Rob Remembers
(m~F+/f+, inc,force, viol, bdsm)

by

Ernest Bywater
All rights reserved © 2007, 2008, and 2010

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.
Copyright © 2007, 2008, and 2010 by Ernest Bywater

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Table of Contents

The Story Starts

Troubles
Shell Game

Thursday - Getting Organised
Moving On

Friday
Furniture
Arrangements
Evening
Night Games

Saturday
In the City
Back Home
Night

Sunday

Monday

Interlude

University
Moving In
Sunday Surprises
Start of Studies

Trouble
Friday Replay
Planning
Paula's Peril
Second Production

Second Interlude

More Trouble
Next Day

Follow On

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The Story Starts

Every story starts somewhere, so this is where I'm starting this one. I'm a student at an Australian university and not saying which one. I'm involved in some heavy duty therapy due to some heavier duty on campus events. My therapist asked, the reality is she ordered, me to write down everything about it and some related key periods in my life. I'm writing this as a short story in the first person from just before the first major traumatic incident. Some things which I found out later are included as at the time they occurred.

About Me

My name's Robert Phillips, I'm smarter than average (but not a genius), a speed reader and a good problem solver. I'm very tall, with an athletic build - as I keep fit, fair complexion, blue / grey eyes, very light brown hair, and average looks. I left school just after I turned sixteen years of age at the end of Year 10. I always got good marks, but studying was hard that year due to a small group of bullies in a gang which used me as their main punching bag. I always defended myself, but the Deputy Principal thought I must be to blame as I was involved in more fights than anyone else; he never noticed it was always with the same dozen or so boys who belonged to the same gang. Anyway, the Principal was a much smarter man, he knew what the true situation was and always intervened. However, he was retiring and the Deputy was taking his place, I left while I could still do so with dignity and not give that idiot the chance to throw me out, as he'd wanted to.

I immediately got a job. I worked hard in a production and service company. They promote on competency and skill. I advanced very fast; for someone with my education, age, and work experience it was very fast. Just before my eighteenth birthday I'm promoted to Group Leader, an important position in this company. Of the three hundred and fifty employees in this facility there are sixteen foremen, and only four are Group Leaders. When I first started working I lived at home and walked nearly an hour to work. When I got a part time evening job near my work I found it expensive eating dinner out every night. I work two jobs to save up and go to university later as a full fee student, when I can afford it.

After doing some research and sums, I moved out of home and into a boarding house only a short walk from both jobs. I had time to go home, have dinner, get changed, and make the second job. Both bosses know about the other job and there are no conflicts of interest, so they're happy. This is cheaper than living at home while eating out, and gives me better meals. The board I'm paying Mrs Miller is the same as I'd been paying Mum and Dad. My leaving home allows my sisters to have a room each, as my parents' home is only a three bedroom affair. Walking to work and back keeps me fit. About 70% of my take home pay is going in the bank. I'm paid a full adult wage at both jobs; I'm a supervisor at both, and the government award scales don't include any minor's rates for supervisor positions. I think the idea is if you're good enough to supervise you deserve full wages, regardless of your age. Personally, I think it's stupid to have different wage rates based on a person's age and not on their skill level or work done.

I'm earning a lot more than others my age. I don't drink alcohol or use tobacco, I eat healthy food and have no car. My biggest costs are my board and nice clothes. I'm also studying the Higher School Certificate part time, at technical college and home, and doing quite well. I expect to graduate as a private study student year after next, just after my twentieth birthday.

My Family

I have two sisters and we're spread nearly two years apart. Mary has just turned sixteen years old while Nancy is just about to turn fourteen years old. They're typical sisters and we're in a love / hate relationship, but usually get on well. Mum is thirty-eight and Dad is forty years old. Mum looks after the house and kids while Dad works as a day shift supervisor at a factory. Our only other family is Mum's sister, Vera, and her husband and two children. They're on the other side of the suburb.

Boarding House

Mrs Miller's a very fit woman in her thirties. She has a daughter a year older than me, Joan, and one a year younger than me, Emily. She owns a large house, more like an old mansion, with twenty bedrooms and five bathrooms for guests, a huge lounge room, and a giant dinner table. It sits on a very large block of land with a huge back yard. I don't know what's on the floor she and her family use, as we're not allowed up there, it's the top floor.

As a rule, each bedroom has one permanent guest in residence. For a reasonable board we get accommodation, a large healthy breakfast, and a large healthy dinner. For both meals we have to be at the table on time or have given Mrs Miller plenty of warning, then a meal is put aside and kept ready for when we arrive for it. Lunch is always our own concern. We're allowed to have small fridges and minimal food preparation stuff in our rooms for snacks etc. We also have space for our own foods in the kitchen, under our own padlock. All in all, it's a very good deal. It's very much like living at home, but without the usual parental nagging that goes on. There are monthly inspections to ensure we're keeping the room tidy, also we do our own clothes washing; either using the available machines or at a nearby laundrette.

The majority of guests are young men away from home for the first time and are working in the local factories or businesses. There are also some young women here too, but few young women work in this area. Most are nice, good, honest people. But there are a couple who you wouldn't leave your change lying about near; well, not if you expect it to be there a minute later.

I get on well with the majority of the guests, very well with Mrs Miller and Emily, but not so well with Joan. All three Millers are very good looking. No one knows Mr Miller, as he's not in evidence and has never been seen by anyone in the suburb. The house is from Mrs Miller's family, not his.

My Cupboard

About eight months back I salvaged a damaged wardrobe from the half yearly council rubbish removal campaign. The back and bottom were broken, but the doors and sides were OK. My best friend, Peter, he's another guest, helped me carry it back and put it in the work shed; after I got permission from Mrs Miller to put it there.

Over a period of four weeks I pulled the cupboard apart and built a steel frame to secure it to. The finished unit is a steel frame cupboard with light sheet steel sides. The wooden sides and doors are attached as the visible part of the cupboard. It looks like an old wooden wardrobe. The insides of the doors are lined with sheet steel. The hinges and locks are all attached to the steel. Three slide bolts for one side, and three keyed alike Yale dead bolts for the other side. All the bolts go vertically into the steel frame. A new wooden plinth is stained and lacquered to look like the doors and sides. It's secured to the frame, as is the wooden back. Strong wooden shelves sit on the steel frame, well able to take some heavy weights. Very solid and very difficult to break into.

Inside the cupboard is a shelf at just above waist height, with five drawers below it on the right, and hanging space one metre high on the left. Above the shelf is a one metre high space with another shelf of a fifth of a metre above it, then the top of the cupboard. Each open space has a small fluorescent lamp at its top. The drawers don't quite go the full depth of the cupboard and there's an open area back there with a power board in it. A section at the back of the main shelf pops out to allow me to drop power leads into this area. The main part of the cupboard is about a hand width less deep than the sides. The back of the cupboard is a perforated steel sheet, while the final back is a piece of solid wood. This leaves a nice airing gap between the two.

My room is wider than it's deep, with an off centre doorway. When Peter helps me carry the cupboard upstairs I place it beside the door, where I can see it from both my bed and the card table I have in the room. I have a coat rack and a valet rack beside the cupboard. A power lead runs behind them to the lead that feeds into the cupboard. On the other side of the door is my fridge and a cupboard for some food stuffs.

Once we have it in place Mrs Miller inspects the cupboard. She makes me open it and has a close look at it's construction. She has us move it away from the wall while she finds her stud finder. After locating the studs, she has us move it a little so the cupboard is in front of two studs, and tells me to arrange a way to secure it to the studs in the wall. She doesn't want it to be able to fall over or be knocked over. I agree with her, and devise a way to bolt it to the studs in a way that makes the bolts difficult to remove. "Now that you have your hidden safe," she asks when it's set up, "what do you expect to put in it?"

"A decent TV." I reply with a smile. "I'll get it Saturday while everyone else is out." Both she and Peter smile.

The next weekend Peter helps me get a sixty-eight inch high definition digital television and carry it up to my room. As I planned, it fits perfectly. When we go back to get the DVD player recorder with 500 GB hard drive, we take the box the TV came in with us and leave it in the rubbish skip at the store I bought it from. All this gear fits in the cupboard just right, along with space for the satellite TV box. The feed for this comes out the top and feeds into the wall, up into the ceiling, and to where the TV fellow installed a splitter during the week.

Mrs Miller examines the finished product, and nods her agreement.

I have a nice sound system and an old TV in my room for personal entertainment, they're known by all and visible - but not worth stealing. This expensive outfit is worth a lot and well hidden. I even have four high quality headphones with very long leads to plug into the digital sound output of the TV via a small sound equalizer unit that comes as an optional extra; they're surround sound headphones. Now I can safely enjoy decent TV in my room, as this is a better unit than Mrs Miller has in the lounge room. My laptop is also stored in the cupboard, and the TV can act as an external monitor for it too.

For several months life is very good - very, very good.

Troubles

Late October, a Wednesday night a week just after my eighteenth birthday and a fortnight before Nancy's fourteenth birthday, it's my weekly night off from my second job as an office cleaner supervisor; working five hours a night, six nights a week for a cleaning company - with every Wednesday night off. I'm at home at Mrs Miller's Boarding House, in my room watching TV with my friend Peter. There's a knock on my door. Lifting off the headphones, I place them on the bed, stand up, and open the door. A concerned Mrs Miller is standing there with two police officers. I know one, a sergeant whose brother I work with. Smiling, I say,"Good evening Mrs Miller, officers. Can I help you?"

"Can we come in and talk?" Says, Sergeant Danny Williams, the one I know. Mrs Miller goes to leave, "Mrs Miller, please stay, I'd like a witness."

This is a bit surprising to us all. I ask Peter to leave, as I turn off the TV and put the headsets away. Danny's eyes go wide when he sees the set up I have, but he says nothing. This worries me, as he'd be joking unless this was very official and serious. I joke as I close the cupboard, "Has Steve finally confessed about that bank robbery we pulled?"

"No, not yet," he replies, "But Mum's still working on that. May I have some hot chocolate, please?"

Turning to my table, I make the hot chocolate while I wonder what this is about. It's obviously official, but not related to a criminal matter, at least they don't suspect me of being involved in one as he wouldn't have joked back if it was. What can this be about. I run many things through my mind, and finally find a possible answer. "Which hospital is Dad in?" I ask as I hand out the fresh made hot chocolate.

"What makes you say that?" Replies Danny as he takes his cup.

"This is clearly official and you don't suspect me of any crime. The only thing I can think of is Dad's had an accident in the company car and you want me to help break the news to Mum." We don't have a car, but Dad has a company car for use on company business. He often has to visit clients during the day or on the way home from work, and sometimes of an evening too. I'd no sooner said this than I remember Danny knows Mum and Dad well, as they belong to the same bridge club. With slow care I put my cup down and slide onto the bed. "Both of them?" I ask with a quiver in my voice. He nods. Gulping hard, I squeak out, "How bad?"

He says two words, and I know exactly how bad, "I'm sorry...." Holding back the tears, I wave him to silence. Mrs Miller sits there, as she doesn't know what's happening. But can tell I'm very distressed, reaching over, she pulls me into a cuddle. I cry as she hugs me. "When you feel up to it," he says, "I'd like your help to tell your sisters." I nod in reply as I cry. We sit, unmoving, for several minutes while I cry the worst of it out of my system.

Gathering myself together, I release Mrs Miller and look at her, "Can my sisters stay in the empty room for a few days while I sort things out?" It's clear she still doesn't fully understand, but nods yes. "Please make it ready for them while we go and collect them?" Again she nods. Then I see the realisation hit her as she puts together the police and my request. Her eyes go wide with concern. I smile and nod, to let her know I'm OK for now. We quietly finish our drinks, and leave after I lock everything up properly. Mrs Miller has a look of concern as she shows us out the front door. I know the room will be ready when we return. I get into the back of the police car and belt in for the short ride to my old home.

At Home

We pull up outside my parent's home at 7.15 pm. "Please wait out here for about ten minutes or so," I ask Danny. "I'll leave the door unlocked." He nods agreement as I get out of the car.

Walking to the front door I realise it's no longer my parent's home, as they no longer live here. It's a very sad thought to have. Getting out my key, I unlock the door, click the latch back, and push it shut. Walking into the lounge room, I find my sisters sitting down eating pizza as they watch TV. I'm about to ask them what Mum would say about them having pizza while she's out, when I realise she'll be saying nothing now. I gulp hard as I try not to burst the terrible news out. "Got enough for me?" I ask in as normal a voice as I can manage. They both turn around to see me, and spring up - talking rapidly. Wanting to know what I'm doing here unannounced, what have I been up to since my last visit etc.? I lead them back to the pizza and sit down with them.

Nancy says, "Mum and Dad have gone to a work dinner, the address and phone number are by the telephone if you want to chase over and see them." I shake my head no. Those details are for a little later.

"Go pack your bags for a week long stay with me, you're skipping school for a week."

"Yeah," replies Nancy, "as if." Mary turns and looks at me as her eyes go very wide while her lower lip quivers, she was always the smart one of our family. Gulping hard as she holds back the tears, she gets up and heads upstairs. I know she'll pack for them both.

I look at Nancy and hold open my arms for a hug, "Come here." She always likes being hugged, so she's quick to slide over into my embrace, and I hold her tight. "Mum and Dad aren't coming home any more." She gives me a strange look as we hug each other. Noticing some movement in the corner of her eye, she turns to look at the two police officers standing in the lounge room doorway. I feel her body go stiff. She turns to look at me, and I nod. Now she understands what I'd said. I hold her tight as she cries. Mary returns with their two bags, she's crying too.

Standing up, I take Nancy to the lounge and sit her down, Mary joins her. They both hug tight as they cry. I leave the room to check everything is turned off with the windows and other doors locked. I remove the perishables from the fridge and cupboards to a box. Mum and Dad always joked they could count on me to be the reliable one, the one who made sure things were done right; for once, I wished I wasn't.

Danny stays with the girls while his partner joins me in the kitchen and helps with the boxes. As I load the boxes she takes them to the car, placing them in the boot. She also puts the girls' bags in the boot. By the time that's done it's time to leave. Danny helps me lead the girls to the car, and we sit them in the back with Nancy in the middle seat.

I go back to the house to get the address of the dinner function and turn off the lights. I carefully lock the front door. Returning to the police car, I get in the back and cuddle up to Nancy as well. I give them the address of the dinner, it's on the way to Mrs Miller's.

Thankfully, they deliberately take a longer route so we won't have to pass the scene, as they're still busy cutting out the other driver. He was lightly injured and trapped in the car, but survived the crash.

The Dinner

Arriving at the hall where the dinner is being held, I ask Danny's partner to stay with the girls while Danny accompanies me into the hall. I wouldn't have got past the door if he hadn't. Once inside, I look around for anyone I know; they're still in the pre dinner drinks stage. Spotting one of Dad's staff, I ask Danny to stay at the entrance while I work my way to Mr James.

"Excuse me, Mr James," I ask when I reach him, "can you find father's supervisor and his supervisor please?" He looks at me strange for a moment, then nods and moves off into the crowd. A few minutes later he returns with two other men in tow. "Please step outside with me for a moment." They follow me to the entrance, and look sideways at Danny standing there.

In the foyer Dad's boss says, in an aggravated tone, "Robbie, where's your father? He should be here by now, and we need him for the main ceremony as he's getting the big award."

I don't need this sort of rubbish and I've had quite a bit too much tonight. "He's not coming, he's gone to the morgue instead," I respond in a harsh tone. Turning, I stride out the door, in great anger.

They stare at Danny with very wide eyes, as he says, "Both his parents were killed in a car accident on their way to this dinner. He's just told his sisters and is very upset at the moment."

Mr James says, "Oh, please give him our condolences. Tell him I'll let the staff know. I'll see his father's office isn't disturbed until after he can come and clear the personal effects. Please ask him to make it soon." Danny nods, to indicate he'll pass the message on. All three turn and slowly walk back into the dinner. It's no longer a festive occasion for them. When he arrives back in the car Danny tells me what transpired, and I thank him for his help. We move off to go to Mrs Miller's.

Shell Game

When we arrive at the boarding house Mrs Miller and Peter are waiting for us. She'd roped him in to help, but hasn't told him why. While I lead Nancy in Mrs Miller leads Mary as Peter carries their bags and the police carry the perishables into the kitchen. Both girls are still crying, they haven't stopped since they started. I wish I can join them, but someone must get things done, and I'm the only one standing near the election podium for that job.

Peter leads the way upstairs. When I left, the only spare room was one with a double bed on a different floor at the other end of the house to me. Peter is leading us to the room beside mine, his room. I wonder what's happening, but leave it go as I can't be bothered at the moment. Entering Peter's room I find all his gear is gone and the single bed replaced with a double bed. There's four bedrooms and a bathroom on this little landing; Peter's, Harry's, Linda's, and mine. Turns out there's been some changes while we were away. Harry has moved to the spare room, as it's bigger than the one he had opposite me, while Peter has moved into Harry's old room and the double bed has been moved into Peter's old room beside mine. So the girls will be sharing the room next to me. I smile my thanks, weak smile as it is, at Mrs Miller and Peter when I realise what they've done for us. They smile back at me.

We soon have Mary and Nancy settled into their room for tonight. We leave while they get ready for bed. I make them some hot chocolate while they get ready. I know they'll have trouble getting to sleep, but will sleep well once they do; the emotional drain will help in that regards. I take the hot chocolate to them. We all sit and chat while we drink. I tuck them into bed, and we leave. Mrs Miller gives me extra keys for both rooms we're using. We'll each have a key to both rooms, that'll be useful. Leaving the girls to sleep, we go downstairs.

In the kitchen, I find Danny and his partner (Mona, I find out) are helping Emily put the perishables away. Seeing us enter, Danny turns to me, "Uhmm, tomorrow...." he starts to say.

"In the morning I have to go to work and organise someone to do my job for the rest of the day." I interrupt. "Then, I guess, I'll have to go to the morgue to make the official identification." He simply nods at me, as this is what he was trying to lead up to. "Then I have to go to the girls' school and let them know. Back home to get some papers; the funeral parlour; the solicitor, if I can find out which one; my work boss for tomorrow night; and back here. I know you'll provide a car for the identification. Can you have them pick me up at work, say 10.00 am, and drop me back home?" Numbly, he nods again. I thank him for everything and show them out, they've got other work to do.

I later find out they went back to the station and Danny phoned a sergeant he knows on the day shift. He organises for a vehicle to be made available to run me around for most of the day. It'll all be within the division area, so the field supervisor can easily cart me around while waiting to be called in as support. Later, I was very moved by the amount of help they both give me in the next few days, but I'm too numb to realise it for most of those days.

Thursday - Getting Organised

Thursday morning I get up at the usual time. I hustle Peter through the bath to get my bath and wake the girls. Arriving downstairs in time for breakfast, I warn Mrs Miller the girls may be a little late. She nods acknowledgement, "I expect that," she replies, "it'll take them a while to get used to the routine."

I smile my thanks as I eat. I'm quick to finish my breakfast and go back upstairs. "You've got thirty minutes left to make breakfast," I tell the girls. "You can bathe afterwards, as you're not going to school today or tomorrow." They look a bit stunned, but nod. They get dress and go down for breakfast. I ask, when I see Mrs Miller in the dinning room, "Mrs Miller, will you please keep an eye on the girls today? I'll be back as soon as I can. They're not going to school, but I don't want them sitting around their room doing nothing." She nods her agreement.

I leave at my usual time of 7.55 am and walk to work, arriving at 8.20 am for my usual 8.30 am start. Once inside, I go through my calendar and start redirecting all the work I can, while making sure not to overload anyone. Having done that, I go around my staff and inform them of the changes; a few are a bit stunned, but are quick to agree. Back at my work station I complete the tasks I couldn't delegate. At 9.30 am I tell Duke, a fellow I think will be a suitable replacement for when I'm away, I'll be upstairs and ask him to keep things rolling in my absence. He nods agreement.

Upstairs I run into the first bit of trouble for today. I expected it. Mr Hemingway, my boss, has a very nosey and bossy secretary, Judith. "I need to speak to Mr Hemingway on an urgent personal matter," I say, as I walk up to her. "When can you slip me in for a few minutes?"

Without looking up or checking his calendar, she replies, "I can give you a fifteen minutes tomorrow afternoon, what's it about?"

"Personal, and I need to see him a.s.a.p. When can you fit me in?"

"I can't fit you in until tomorrow, and I can't even do that until I know what it's about." She sits there glaring at me and daring me to fight with her. I'm not in the mood for that rubbish today.

Turning around I walk four paces to the next desk and ask Alison, Mr Carpenter's secretary, he's Mr Hemingway's boss, "I urgently need to talk to management on a personal matter. When can you slip me in for a few minutes?"

She looks up at me, as she'd heard my little exchange with Judith, and knows I don't come up here unless I absolutely have to. "He's just finishing up with Jones of accounting," she says while looking at his calendar. "Dickson is due in as soon as Jones leaves, but I can slip you in now if it'll only take a minute or two."

"Thank you," I reply. "It should only take a minute or so."

Judith says while glaring at us both, "Mr Hemingway won't be happy about you going over his head."

Turning, I reply in a harsh tone, "I know, and I bloody well don't care how you explain to him why you made it necessary." Both go very wide eyed, as they're not used to me being anything but ultra polite.

Before this can turn into a staring match Mr Carpenter's door opens and Miss Jones leaves. Both stop in the doorway, as they can feel the tension in the air. "Sir," Alison says, "Rob has an urgent matter to discuss with you, it should only take a moment." He nods at her and signals me into his office.

He shuts the door behind me. "What was that all about, and why me, not Hemingway?"

Giving him a weak smile, I reply with much anger, "I urgently need to take the rest of the day off. Judith wouldn't let me near Hemingway until tomorrow afternoon, and even that requires me to tell her all about why. Since this is personal and can't wait, I went up the chain. Judith isn't happy, and I don't give a damn about her happiness." He watches me as he takes his time to sit down. This is the first time he's heard me swear about anything. He nods, and waves a hand for me to continue.

"Last night my parents were killed in a car accident. Soon a police officer will be here to take me to the morgue to make the official identification. I won't be coming back to work today as I'll have some other things to do in regards to this. I've done everything I couldn't delegate and arranged for Duke Bradley to take over for me, as he can handle it. If not, this is a good time to find out." When I start speaking Mr Carpenter sits up straight and looks at me hard - very hard.

As I finish he stands, "Damn right you're not coming back today." Opening the door, he ushers me out, "Alison, Rob is about to leave the building on a personal matter. Everything is sorted for his work to get done today. Tell Duke Bradley if he has any issues he can't handle he's to bring them straight to Hemingway or me, immediate access. Get Rob one of the corporate cell phones. Have the switch redirect all his calls to you, vet what needs to go to Duke or others, and try to discourage any personal calls. He'll get some that'll have to go through, give them the cell number. Get his calendar up for tomorrow and redirect all his work, or put it off until Tuesday. Organise the paperwork for me to approve his absence today and tomorrow as special leave." I'm standing there stunned, as he turns to me, "I don't want to see you back here until Monday morning. If you're not well or haven't finished everything you need to do, call in by 9.00 am and you can have Monday as well. You concentrate on what you have to do as there's only the one of you who can do that, we've got a few hundred who can look after this place. Take care." He shakes my hand, before he turns and ushers Mrs Dickson into his office.

Still a bit bemused, I turn to Alison. From the corner of my eye I can see Judith is very angry and very confused. Alison hands me a cell phone with some company business cards that have its number on them. She's busy on the computer changing my calendar while talking to the switch about redirecting all my calls. She's very good at multi tasking. We all look up when a large shadow passes in front of the glass wall of the front stairwell, the wall beside the stairs is glass blocks and faces the sun most of the day. Staff always use the back stairwell, so we know this has to be an official visitor.

A deep voice says, in more a query than statement, "Are you Rob Phillips, reception said I'd find you here?" I look over, to see the largest man I've every seen; around two metres tall and solid, about a metre wide. For once in my adult life I have to look up at someone. All I see is his huge shadow. He moves closer, and I can see his police uniform, "Sergeant David Darling, Sergeant Williams said I'd find you here today. I'm your transport for today." He looks at me, very expectantly. I figure he's already heard all the jokes about his name, and I decide not to try any, as he may not like them - not at all.

"Yes, Sergeant, that's me. If you care to wait at the front door, I have to pop downstairs and talk to someone, then I'll be right with you."

He simply nods his head in agreement, turns around, and heads back down the stairs. Judith's eyes are almost out of her head. Alison just gives me a speculative look, I think she's worked out what's up.

I lean close, "We're off to the morgue to identify my parents, car accident last night." She looks up at me as she reaches out and gives my hand a squeeze while she nods her sympathy. She'll be very careful who she tells, but will tell the office staff who need to know. Going downstairs, I find Duke. "Duke, I've got a clear board. I won't be back again today or in tomorrow. You've got the weight. See Hemingway or Carpenter if you need any help. If not sure if you should see them, talk to Alison first, she'll help if you need it. Avoid Judith at all costs." He nods as he looks his question at me. "Last night, car accident, parents, off to the morgue and funeral parlour now."

His eyes go wide. He reaches out and squeezes my shoulder, "We'll manage while you're gone. Take as long as you need - one day, one week, one month - we'll manage." I nod my thanks, and head to the front entrance. Good man, Duke; it's taken a while to train him, but what he learns stays remembered, and he really knows it.

I climb into the front seat of the police car with Sergeant Darling. He says, "Call me Dave, I'm shift field supervisor. As long as we stay in the division area I can drive you around all shift. I may have to divert to a call or three. That should still be quicker than walking everywhere."

"Thanks, Dave. Call me, Rob, I appreciate the transport." He smiles and nods. We move off.

The Morgue

I won't say too much on this. We arrive, we walk in, they show me what that bastard did to them. I'm able to confirm identity from their faces and a few marks on their bodies - scars and the like. I also give them the name of our dentist so they can do a dental records check if they want to.

As we drive away from the morgue, I ask Dave, "I know it's too early for a definitive ruling, but who does it look like was at fault?"

He glances at me, "Normally it IS too early, but this one's cut and dried. The other driver was in a large luxury four wheel drive. He clearly cut across the road in front of them, trying to make a turn. They ran into the side of his vehicle in a classic 'T-Bone' hit in their lane. Initial blood alcohol readings put him well over the legal limit. Your parent's vehicle braked hard, but didn't have enough room to do any good, no skid marks for his vehicle until after the impact."

School

Next stop is the school where Mary and Nancy go, and I used to go. Dave accompanies me to the office as I give them change of contact details for the girls and sign paperwork authorising their non attendance at school until Monday week, telling them why. Their exams are over so it's no big issue, just some notes for next year's subjects. I ask to speak with four students, Nancy's two best friends and Mary's two best friends. The office administrator sends someone for them. She makes a note of everything. As the principal is in a meeting she sees no reason to interrupt him with routine matters, she also remembers my issues with him.

When Gayle, Tina, Melody, and Belinda arrive, I say, "Girls, Nancy and Mary won't be back at school until Monday week. Can you please arrange to get class notes etc. for them?" They all nod. "You'll know who needs to be told, our parents were killed in a car accident last night. They need time to recover their balance. They're living with me over at Mrs Miller's boarding house for the next week or so, not sure what we'll do after that. Visitors are welcome, very welcome, but please coordinate it to be only two or three each at a time." They all nod, give me a hug each, and head back to class with sad expressions. Good people.

Interruptions

As we head back to the car Dave's radio bursts into life; it'd been mumbling all along, now it roars. He listens as we run to the car. Diving into the car, he heads off to an address they'd given. Arriving there, we find a domestic dispute going on. Two neighbours trying to get at each other over the intervening police officer while their wives are doing the same with his partner. Other neighbours are standing around making bets on the outcome. I know most of those involved, I grew up around here, so I should. For several minutes they stand there yelling at each other about petty things like vines and trees hanging over fence lines. Nothing Dave or the other officers can do or say can shut them up.

This isn't my day. They're starting the rounds of their rubbish for the fourth time in about twelve minutes. "For Heaven's sake," I snarl, "shut up. You sound like a pack of silly Galahs squawking away." They all go quiet and stare at me. I continue in a harsh voice, "I don't need to hear this crap. I've just come from identifying my parents at the morgue. Stop acting like a bunch of four year old kids in a sand pit, and work together." I give them a disgusted look before I turn and get back into the police car. They're so stunned Dave soon has them settled down and back in their houses. All the neighbours vanished when I spoke, seems they felt a bit guilty about their behaviour as well.

Dave says, as he climbs into the car, "Danny said you were a very self possessed and in control person. That sure didn't sound like it."

Turning my head, I look at him. "Usually I am. But Danny has never seen me when I'm pissed off. At the moment I'm very pissed off." He nods like a wise sage as he turns forward to start the car and drive off. "My other boss lives just a few streets away, can we stop there for a few minutes?" He nods approval, and I give him the address.

Evening Job

Arriving at the address I get out of the car. My boss is in the garden examining his roses. One day I must find out what his surname is. He said when we first met, "Call me, Mario, everyone calls me, Mario." I know that's not his name, but it's what I call him.

I shout, as I cross the road, "Mario." He looks up and waves, giving me an odd look as he glances at the police car behind me. I soon reach him. "Sorry, boss, but I won't be in to work for a few days. Parents died last night in a car accident, and I've got a lot to sort out."

He gives a slow nod, "You permanent part time. Got plenty of sick leave owing at full pay. I get wife to do the papers. You sign when you come back to work Monday week. I see you before then, you fired. You understand." I grasp his hand with both hands in the manner he likes, and shake his hand as I nod my head in thanks. He may not speak proper English, but he speaks perfect understanding.

"Thanks, Mario. I'll let you know when and where the funeral is. Please let the crews know. Many knew them." He nods. I turn and head back to the police car.

Dave says as we drive off, "Good man, Mario, one of the best." I nod agreement, he sure is.

Home Games

We pull up outside of the house I grew up in. In a way it's home, but at the same time it's not home. Whatever the house is now, it's not the same without Mum and Dad. As we walk up the drive I pull the keys out of my pocket. I stop short, as one of the windows has been forced open and is still open a little bit. I point it out to Dave. He nods as he turns his radio down and calls for back up.

A minute or so later two more police cars coast to a silent stop two doors down and out of sight of whoever is inside. Four officers get out of the cars and are quiet as they push the car doors shut, they soon join us. After a few words with Dave, two go around the back and two stay at the front. Dave and I walk up to the front door. Keeping quiet, I unlock the door and open it.

As we walk in we can hear movement upstairs, and are careful as we climb the stairs. The noise is coming from the master bedroom. We step into the doorway. Four nineteen year old youths are ransacking the room. I know every one of them - they're the four main trouble makers I had at school.

They've piled valuables on the bed. I move to the bed to pick up Dad's digital camera, and start taking pictures of them at work as Dave smiles at my actions. One says, as he backs out of a cupboard, "Nothing in here." He turns around. He sees me, and starts swearing. The others turn, and see me taking lovely pictures, hard to argue your way out of a charge when the prosecution has photos.

Two charge at me. They'd not seen Dave in the doorway, how come, I don't know, but they missed his huge form. As they go to pass in front of him Dave steps forward and shoves the one nearest him into the other. They both stagger sideways, and come up short against the steel frame of the bed end, going ‘oof’ with pain. "Bloody cops," shouts the leader. That's when the fight starts in earnest, and we hear feet running about downstairs. Dropping the camera into the half full washing hamper near the door to the en suite, I turn to deal with any of the thieves that come my way. Three go for Dave. The leader, Michael, draws a flick knife with his right hand and heads for me. I back up and move across the bed. He follows me. This puts us near the front windows. I move back as I wait my time. Dave is flat out dealing with his three. There's too many for him to beat them in a quick fight, but there's too much of him for them to beat him quick either.

Near the left front window Michael sees his chance and lunges at me with the knife slicing forward. Being fast of foot, I step sideways and towards his knife hand. I grab his right wrist with my right hand and his belt with my left hand. Pulling that side of him towards me, I throw my body weight backwards and to my left as I pull his right side forwards and swing him around. Pivoting on my left foot, I pull him right off balance and throw him backwards towards the wall facing the street. His arms go wide to help him balance. He heads at a window. The back of his calves hit the bedside table lying on the floor in front of the window, one of them had thrown it out of his way during the search and it ended up there. He topples backwards and is falling backwards at about forty-five degrees,when he hits the window with his head, smashing the glass. The window runs from floor to ceiling. As he continues to fall backwards through the window his arms hit the wall on either side, about mid way along the forearm on each. We all hear the bones snap just before he screams with the pain. His body vanishes out the window, followed by his feet. I don't think he's going too far today, two broken arms and whatever a four or five metre fall has added to his injuries should slow him down a bit.

Turning to the others, I punch one of them in the kidneys. He screams and collapses. Dave soon has the other two under control. He cuffs them together and calls on his radio for more support plus a wagon to take them away in. He also orders up an ambulance.

More police arrive and the prisoners are all properly handcuffed. Two ambulances arrive and the medical technicians are examining the injured, four of them. Then one makes a horrible discovery, Michael had fallen on his knife, blade up. He'd sliced his lungs to pieces. They figure he was dead before the call for help was even made. But that makes this a murder scene. It also makes all his gang mates murderers, as they were part of the group committing the crime where he died.

While waiting for the scene of crime people and detectives I go to Dad's den and open his safe, taking out the papers and things stored there. I put them in the briefcase from beside Dad's desk. I also empty the desk of all papers, and put all the mail I can find in the briefcase. Even getting the mail from the mail box.

I call a builder I know to come and put a temporary cover over the broken window area to keep the weather out until he can fix the window properly.

By the time the detectives are finished with us it's nearly 1.00 pm. They liked the photos I took before the fight started, as the photos show the table on the floor well before the action started, as well as their unlawful activities. Of the ten members in the gang only one managed to escape the scene. He's picked up later that afternoon.

Being hungry, we go for lunch before making any more stops. During the meal I go through many of the papers from Dad's den in the briefcase. Amongst them I find copies of their wills and papers showing they have funeral plans with a local funeral parlour.

After lunch we go to the funeral parlour and I speak to one of their staff. She checks their records, to get out the plans and go through them with me. It's all sorted out, every last detail. She takes a note of my phone numbers; the mobile, Mrs Miller's, and my work ones. She'll handle everything with the morgue, the crematorium, the Department of Births Deaths and Marriages, and the papers. She's aiming for Saturday week, early afternoon. We shake hands, and I leave. I'm very glad that's so easily handled, thanks to Mum and Dad's foresight.

Legal Affairs

At the solicitor's things aren't so easy. Mr Jones is very busy. But when I explain what the purpose is to his secretary, he reschedules to give us some time. The wills I have are the last ones Mum and Dad signed, several years ago. However, in the last few months they'd written to him requesting some changes. He has drafts of the new wills ready for signature, but not yet signed, there's an appointment to do that in two weeks time. The most significant change being to appoint me as executor instead of himself, and a few other minor bequests. He explains we can either go ahead with the signed wills or go to court and seek leave to have it altered by the instructions in their signed letters.

"Mr Jones," I ask, "apart from the matter of the executor, is it possible to legally make those other bequests once the older will is enacted?"

He looks at the wills, "Yes, I think so. In the originals the bequest items are being given to you, so you can easily gift them to the people. The cash bequests are another issue. If we handle them the same way, you don't get the same share of the estate, and your sisters aren't old enough to authorise any other distribution of assets for some years."

I nod, "Let's do it that way anyway, as the total cash is only a small part of the whole. It's not as if this is my major concern." He nods, and notes my instructions. "When you organise the formal reading of the will, please invite everyone and act as if the new instructions are the actual wills. The only places the original wills needs to be mentioned are in the other legal processes." He nods his agreement.

"Some things I can start on today. The life insurance companies to start getting those payments made, and arrange an authority for you to draw from the estate monies to meet expenses related to your sisters, please keep receipts and records. I can also initiate the settling of their bank accounts and the mortgage insurance payout."

I nod my understanding and approval, "Now, for the difficult legal part. I want you to start a law suit. If you need to go through someone else, do so. I want the driver of the other vehicle sued. I want his arse. I want him busted. It'll take the police a while to organise the normal charges for breach of the traffic laws etc. In the meantime you can bring a civil suit to bear for compensation for my sisters and myself. Hit him for millions for each of us. I want to make sure we get enough out of him for my sister's to get a decent education without having to work at the same time. After what we've lost, he can pay for that, the bastard."

"That's not how these things are normally done," he responds, "but I see no reason why we can't. It may even make the police case easier. I don't handle these sort of matters, but one of my partners does, and I'll brief her. We'll get the police reports and go from there."

We get up to shake hands, and I leave after giving him the details of my bank, he'll move the working account for me to use to that bank. That will be easier for me to get money from the estate when I need to.

It's nearing 2.45 pm as we leave and head to Dad's work. I ask Dave, as we drive, "Will it be easy for my solicitor to get hold of copies of the police reports?"

"That shouldn't be an issue, although we don't get many requests for them, except from the insurance companies. Anything I should know?"

"I don't know if you should know or not, but it won't hurt to tell you. I've just instructed Mr Jones to sue that bastard's arse off. Since Mum and Dad won't be around to look after my sisters while they finish their education, he can pay for their education and someone to look after them." He glances at me and nods his understanding.

Dad's Work

Dave says, as he drops me off, "It's nearly time for me to go off shift. Danny is taking over, so I'll tell him where you are, he'll be over to pick you up."

I get out of the car with the briefcase in my hand. "Thanks for your help today, I don't think I could've managed without it. I can walk from here. Here's a card with the cell phone I have, in case the station needs to contact me."

He replies, as he takes the card, "I said - wait here, Danny will be over. If you insist on walking anyway, I can't stop you. But Danny will be coming here expecting to find you waiting. Got it, mister?" Smiling at him, I nod as I turn and head towards the building. At the front desk I ask for Mr James. The girl looks up at me and calls him.

Mr James arrives, and we go through the usual unpleasant pleasantries required of the situation. He takes me through to Dad's office. He has a box on hand. I go through the office removing Dad's photos and personal items. Another fellow arrives and opens Dad's work computer, using an administrator password. He goes through the hard drive checking for anything of a personal nature. The only things are some wallpapers created from family pictures, so he copies them on to a CD and hands it to me. It goes in the box with the mugs, pictures, and other minor things Dad had here.

Once we finish with the office Mr James takes me upstairs to one of the senior accountants. They sit me down and give me some forms to fill in. I ask, "What are these for?"

"Legally," the accountant replies, "your father was on official duty at the time of his death. So the company insurances come into play. You're entitled to compensation, and these are the claim forms. He also had a small insurance policy with your mother as primary beneficiary and you as secondary beneficiary. He kept talking about updating it to include your sisters, but never did. A good thing he didn't, as we can organise to have the whole lot paid to you and you can pay some to your sisters without it having to go through a trustee for some years."

Giving him a weak smile, I thank him and complete the paperwork. I ask, as I give my bank details for direct payment, "How much is involved?"

"As I said, it's only a small policy, just two hundred thousand dollars. The death at work compensation should be about double that." I'm a bit numb as I nod my head. We should be OK financially for a while, once the payments come through. He hands me another form to sign, which I do, and he gives me a cheque. "This is your father's pay due this week, it includes the award bonus he was to get last night. I'll have his leave owing and other benefits paid through to your bank account once we work it out. The superannuation fund will contact you direct about paying that money to you. You're the only living beneficiary, as he didn't update it for your sisters either." I give a weak smile as I nod. I leave his office with a cheque, a hand full of papers, the box of Dad's personal items, and the briefcase. In the reception area I find Danny waiting for me. I stuff the cheque and papers into the briefcase as he opens the door, and we leave. They're nice people, but I couldn't take coming back here again; too many memories.

Danny says, as he drives me home, "If you need someone to talk to, you have my number." I nod in reply, as I don't have an answer for him. I may be getting things done, but it's all like watching it happen on a TV screen. The guy doing this looks like me, sounds like me, but isn't me.

We stop at the bank and I deposit the cheque, I also draw out a few hundred dollars in case I need some cash.

We soon arrive back at Mrs Miller's, and Danny sees me inside the door as he looks a bit concerned about me, so does Mrs Miller, but I feel OK. A bit bemused, but OK. I take the box and briefcase up to my room and put them on top of my cupboard. I head back downstairs to get a snack from the stuff I keep in my allocation of kitchen cupboard storage. I arrive in time to be sat down by my sisters and fed sandwiches. They're usually all smiles, but not today. None of us are really smiling today, none of us really feel like smiling today.

Moving On

Mrs Miller sits me down and asks what I've been doing. I tell all three everything, as there's nothing secret about any of it. Mary and Nancy are happy I'll be home with them tomorrow. I turn to Mary, "Do you think you could go and live at home again?" I ask. She shakes her head no, I fully understand as I doubt I could live there again, not without Mum and Dad. "Do you want to move in here on a long term basis, I'm sure we can arrange it?" She nods yes, so does Nancy. Turning to Mrs Miller, "I think it best if we all live here for the next few years. When you have the space I'd like to take over the four bedrooms on the landing we're on and pay to have a door block it off. That way we can use it as a mini flat with a bedroom each and set the fourth room up as a private lounge room."

She thinks on this for a moment, and nods her agreement. Timing will depend upon when the next room becomes vacant, also on Linda and Peter being willing to shift. "You'll have to pay for the four rooms." She says, I nod acknowledgement. "Later, I can keep it as a mini flat for the few times a family comes to stay."

We've still got an hour and a half until dinner time, so we go upstairs to my room. Mary and Nancy are surprised at my digital TV, and it's just the thing to jolt them out of their depression. We watch TV until dinner, which is a lovely but subdued meal, as most of the guests know the story by now.

Evening

After dinner I say to Mary and Nancy, "I've got to go out for a while. Do you want to stay down here, or do you want to sit in my room watching TV or listening to the radio? If I open the good TV, one of you has to stay there, and no one but Mrs Miller, Peter, or Linda is allowed in." They discuss the matter while I go and get changed.

Mary says, when I'm ready to leave, "We'll stay down here. If we want time alone, we'll listen to the radio in your room. OK?" I nod and notice Mrs Miller waving me away, to indicate she'll keep an eye on them. I nod my thanks to her as I think how useful and versatile a nod is in silent conversation. I hadn't thought about that before, but today I've seen a wide range of them in use, and used a lot myself.

As I'm closing the gate a police car stops. "Where to?" asks Danny.

I reply as I approach him, "Bridge Club and Auntie Vera's."

"Just come from the Bridge Club. I've told the duty manager and she'll let the regulars know." I nod my thanks, and give him Aunt Vera's address; it's right across the other side of the suburb and at the far edge of it. He opens the door. "Climb in, I can take you there."

I know he's not supposed to do this sort of thing, but I don't relish the six kilometre walk either, so I get in the car. A short time later he's dropping me off in front of Aunt Vera's. As I'm getting out he receives a call. "Thanks for the lift," I say. "I can walk home. I want the time to think, OK." He nods, and drives off.

I take my time walking up the path to their rented flat at the back of the house, and knock on the door. Aunt Vera and her husband used to have a small business until government changes giving the unions power to dictate operating methods to some businesses sent them broke. They were smart enough to get out before it got too bad, but lost all they built up as the business didn't have much of a resale value due to the changes in the laws. They were lucky as they broke even, no debts, but no profit. Many other small operators in that industry ended up bankrupt and nothing but the clothes they stood up in.

Uncle Mark now works in a factory office over near Mum and Dad's house. Well, I suppose it belongs to Mary, Nancy, and I now. Their children go to the primary school near the high school. This two bedroom flat they live in is very cramped, but it's all they can afford at the moment. It was originally built as a granny flat; one large bedroom with en suite, kitchen / dinette, and small lounge room. When the current owners bought the property they had some renovations done; making the en suite a proper bathroom, reducing the bedroom in the process, added a laundry and another small bedroom. I've seen houses with a master bedroom bigger than the whole flat. Because Uncle Mark works, they're not entitled to any of the housing commission homes that make up a large amount of the suburb, nor are they entitled to rent any of the housing commission supported flats in the area; between them, those two groups make up 90% of the local rentals. The few private rentals are all very dear, as we're in the inner city area.

Uncle Mark answers my knock, and says, "Hi, Rob, come on in. We always have room to squash one more family member into the can." He's a great one for making light of things, and always has a joke ready for everything; or just a quick wit.

In a soft voice, I say as I give him a weak grin, "You better make some hot chocolate and sit Aunt Vera down, as I've got some bad news." He gives me a very hard look, and his grin slips a little.

He calls out as he ushers me to a seat, "Vera, love, make some hot chocolate, we've got a thirsty guest."

As I step into the room Aunt Vera leans out of the kitchen and smiles at me, as Betty and Jack (their two children) look up at me from the floor in front of the TV. Aunt Vera starts mixing up some hot chocolate, no problems with this as the whole family knows I drink it by the gallon, and usually join me for a cup when I'm about.

I have a sudden brainwave as I walk in, and smile at Uncle Mark as I sit down on the lounge. I ask, "How much do you pay rent here, and when does the lease run out?" He gives me an odd look as he gives me the figure, outrageously high for such a place, but low for most of the area, and tells me they're on a continuing lease, required to give a fortnight's notice. I smile. "I know of a lovely three bedroom house for rent nearer to your work for the same rent. The new owners haven't advertised it yet, but I can put you forward for it. They're keen for good tenants to move in right away. It's even semi furnished."

He smiles, "Please put us down." As Aunt Vera hands out the hot chocolate and sits down beside Uncle Mark, he turns to her, "Dear, Rob knows of some people looking for tenants of a three bedroom house over their way, with the rent the same as here. I just told him to tell the people we'll take it. That OK with you?" She smiles and nods.

She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off, "Good, Mum would've liked that." I'm giving her a very close watch. I see her eyes go very wide. She's very slow as she lowers her cup to the table and sinks into the lounge with her eyes glued to mine. Mum always said Vera was very smart, one word, and she understands it all. Uncle Mark is giving me an odd look, as he hasn't got it yet.

Aunt Vera reaches out and pulls Uncle Mark closer to her. She says, as she takes a deep breath, "You sure about this?"

I nod, "Yes, very sure, the three of us agree we can't live there any more. This is best." Uncle Mark is still a bit behind the story, but Betty is sitting there with her hands to her mouth. She may be only ten years old, but she's extremely smart. She gets up and walks over to sit in my lap, giving me hug. I hold her close. "They were on their way to a work dinner last night when a drunk in a big SUV going the other way cut across in front of them. They couldn't stop in time. Dead before the ambulance arrived." By now Uncle Mark has caught up, so has seven year old Jack. He climbs into his mother's lap for a comfort cuddle too. "There's not much we'll want to take, and we can't sell until after Nancy turns eighteen in four years. That means we either leave it empty or rent it out. I'd rather rent it out, and I know Mum would approve us renting to you. I think she'd want us to rent to you."

Uncle Mark says, as they both nod agreement, "I can understand how you feel about this, but don't let it stop any of you coming over to visit us as often as possible."

"We'll be living at Mrs Miller's Boarding House, so it's a long walk," I reply. "But the girls should be able to drop in on the way home from school some days, and we can visit some weekends. There are a few things we'll want from the house, but not much. I don't think there's any furniture we'll want, anyway, no big items. We can get those next week. The window in the master bedroom needs replacing and I've arranged for a builder to do that, but that'll be a day or two. Otherwise, you can move in any time, the sooner the better. The window is broken because of thieves. People in residence will reduce that risk."

Aunt Vera is clearly ready for a cry, but not going to have it in front of a guest. She says, gulping first, "I'll start packing later tonight, and can take some things over tomorrow during the day."

Giving a half smile, I hand over a business card with the mobile phone number. "I've got this phone for the next few days, so call me when you're ready to go and I'll meet you there with a set of keys. It may be a few days before I can organise the lease etc. Got to go through the trustee for the proper legal papers, but he'll do as I say."

Finishing my drink, I put my cup down and stand up. Time I left, so they can have a good cry. "I'll let myself out, you still need a bit of time to adjust to this." They both nod their agreement.

I take my time walking back, stopping at the old home on the way. I walk through the house making sure it's well secured, noting the builder has covered the window and has already started on the replacement window; framing wood and glass in the bedroom, with a drop sheet down. I double check everything, no heirlooms, personal jewellery, or the like on hand. I pick a few pictures and paintings off the walls to take home tomorrow. I leave the house.

Walking out the front door, I find a police car stopped and one officer is talking on his radio while the other is getting out of the car. I turn and lock the door. I take care as I get out my wallet and identity papers to show them. "Thank you," one officer says, "this house is on our list of places to check regularly, as there's no one here."

"Thanks, it was my parent's home. They died last night." They nod, they must know what happened. "My aunt, Vera Delling, and family will be moving in. Over the next few days they'll be paying many visits to bring their gear over. Can you please add that to the request, we'll let you know when they start living here. That should be in a few days time." They nod, and make a note on the clipboard they have.

I leave them and walk off down the street. About five minutes later Danny pulls up beside me. I glance over, sigh, and get in the car. He's working very hard to help me, so I don't have the heart to tell him off. I wanted the time alone to think. He drops me at the end of the street Mrs Miller's house is in. I thank him, and walk down the street.

Surprises

I arrive back at 9.15 pm, Mrs Miller smiles and waves upstairs, to indicate the girls are in my room. Going to my room, I just unlock the door and enter, to find Nancy sitting at the table watching my old TV while Mary and Emily are lying naked on my bed in a close embrace and a deep kiss. Holding my hand up to my mouth in a 'ssh' gesture, I'm about to quietly withdraw when I see a large bruise on Emily's arm. It's just starting to show colour, so it must be very new.

I shut the door and cross the room. Grabbing another chair, I place it near the bed and sit down. I hadn't realised how well developed and sexy looking Mary has become, but am now very much aware, almost as aware as to how sexy Emily is; that I'd known for some time. I've been hesitant about asking her out. I don't want to upset Mrs Miller.

A little later the girls break for air and Mary sees me. She gasps, Emily lifts up and looks at her, turns to follow her gaze, sees me, and goes a lovely shade of red, as does Mary. They start to grab for sheets, "A bit late for that," I say. "Lovely show. Were you two just getting warmed up to await my return, or what?" Both blush much deeper. I motion for Emily to sit up. When she grabs a sheet to cover herself, I pull it away from her. Her left breast is also badly bruised. Pointing at the bruises, I say in a no nonsense tone, "How'd they happen?"

She looks at the bruises, gulps, and looks into my eyes. She says, after a moment's silence, "Yesterday on my way home from school a youth grabbed me near the park. He squeezed my arm and tit as he dragged me towards some other youths near the generator shed. He let go and ran away when a police car turned into the street. I ran home."

"I bet you didn't tell your mother or the police, did you?" She shakes her head no. "Do you know him?"

"Yes, he used to board here. He kept trying to get me to go to his room with him. In the end I slapped him and Mum asked him to leave. I don't know the others in the group. I took a different way to school and back today. I saw them near the park again this morning."

"You need to be more proactive on this."

Standing, I go to my clothes cupboard, I open the drawer I keep my first aid kit and such stuff in. I take out a gel I have to help reduce bruises, I sometimes need it for knocks at work. Returning to the girls, I squat in front of Emily and open the tube. Squeezing some out onto my fingers, I'm gentle as I apply it to her breast and rub it into the bruises. She winces as I do, to be effective you have to rub it in well, and that hurts a bit. "I bet you're enjoying doing that." Comments Mary.

"Of course I am," I reply, "but not as much as I'll enjoy doing the same thing after the bruises are healed." Emily blushes deeper and goes coy as she realises the intent of my statement. I apply the gel to her arm as well, making sure to rub it in to all the bruises. I put the lid back on. "Tomorrow morning after your shower, come back and I'll apply some more. Twice a day until all bruising is gone." She looks up and is about to speak, when I cut her off. "My gel, I apply it."

An authoritative voice says, over her next attempt to speak, "Damn right he will. You'll come here after your morning bath. Before you get dressed, so he can do it, and then help you get dressed." We all turn, to see Mrs Miller standing in the doorway giving us all a stern look.

I motion for her to stay there. I stand up and return the gel to the drawer as I walk to the door. "Girls, stay here until I return." I lead Mrs Miller out of the room. We exit, and I take her to Mary and Nancy's room. Going inside, I motion her to sit on the chair while I sit on the bed. This places the door behind her, just off her right shoulder and at the edge of my vision as I look at her.

She says, when I'm about to speak, "I know you haven't been up here long enough to get her undressed. I also know you didn't cause the bruises, and Mary didn't either - she's not strong enough. I'm worried about Emily. She has lots of close girlfriends and never a boyfriend. Many of the girls are too close, like Mary is at the moment. I gather from your tone when you spoke to Emily, that you're going to deal with the cause of the bruises?" I nod as I notice the door is open, Mary and Emily are standing there in two of my long t-shirts. Mrs Miller smiles, "Good. I also gather you'd like to do something about making Emily an ex virgin?" I nod, and see Emily smile. "In that case, get undressed so I can make sure you know what you're doing when you do." Both girls give me wide grins and winks as they close the door.

I smile and look at Mrs Miller, "Ladies first." She starts to speak, and I continue in a stern voice, "Strip for me, now." Her eyes go wide, as she's not used to me being so assertive, I usually reserve that tone for troublesome people at work. She stands and undresses.

A moment later her clothes are neatly laid over the chair and she's standing before me nude. She may be old enough to be my mother, but she sure doesn't look it. She could easily pass for someone in their mid twenties, very fit, very lovely. Smiling, I stand as I reach forward to fondle her left breast. I lean in and kiss her right breast. Moaning low, she puts her hands on my head and pushes it hard against her breasts. Breaking away, I undress. She moves to the bed and lies down. I take off my shorts as I watch her watch me, and say, "I better set my alarm early for tomorrow." She looks up at my comment. "So you have time to get up and get ready without people seeing you leave my room."

Her eyes go wide as she gulps and nods acceptance of my command for her to spend the night with me. I sit on the bed running my hands all over her body, caressing it and fondling her breasts. Leaning down, I kiss her. Breaking the kiss, she says as she grabs me, "We've all tonight for that. Now I want you to fuck me, I'm more than ready."

I move towards her and obey her instruction. As she kisses me our tongues play back and forth between our mouths. Her hands roam all over my body, she's very eager. This isn't love making, it's just straight sex for our mutual pleasure, pure fucking for the fun of it. Afterwards she smiles as she leans over to kiss me and lie back down.

We took only twelve minutes, I know, as the room's clock is only half a metre from my nose, but it seemed like much longer. We lie there covered in sweat and with huge grins. "I'll willingly be in your bed any night you want me," she says to me, "as long as you don't slight Emily in the process. We'll have to keep this from her."

"That's too late," I reply with a grin, "Mary and Emily followed us in. They heard your speech. They grinned, winked, and withdrew to give us space." Her eyes go wide. "I think I best get a king sized bed, it'll fit in my room and give me space for mother - daughter events."

"OK, if she's happy with it," she says with a giggle. "But, don't get us both pregnant at once." I turn and stare at her. "She's on the pill, while I'm not protected and I'd love to have a few more kids. So, if I'm lucky we may have just started one, it's my fertile time at the moment." I grin at her. We lie there in a cuddle for several more minutes.

We get up to get dressed, and go to my room. We walk in as a Mary and Emily are changing my sheets, nude. I walk over to stand between them. I reach around and fondle a breast on each. Nancy smiles when she sees me play with Mary's breast. "Next time, make a mess in your own bed," I say. "Unless it's your intent for me to join you." Both go wide eyed. "Now both of you get a shower and get dressed. Emily, I expect you to be down here with your clothes for tomorrow in time for me to help you bathe and get dressed." Her eyes go very wide as she glances at her mother. She smiles when Mrs Miller nods and grins at her. Once the girls are dressed, they all leave. Mary, Nancy, and Emily for their beds, Mrs Miller to lock up for the night. It's nearly 10.45 pm, the time for her lock the front door and secure the house for the night.

Night

Just after 11.00 pm my door opens and Mrs Miller walks in with some clothes over her arm. She carefully places the clothes on one chair and locks the door. She undresses, saying, "When we're alone like this, please call me Alice?"

"My pleasure, Alice," I reply and hold the sheets back for her to climb in. "It's been a long, emotional two days for me. I think a cuddle and a nap first." Smiling, she cuddles up and we go to sleep. Three times during the night we wake and make love. A slow, sensuous touching of bodies. A joyous journey of mutual exploration as we caress each other.

Friday

My alarm goes off at 5.15 am and I wake up to the gentle music. Reaching over Alice, I turn the alarm clock off and move back, kissing my way across her body. The alarm didn't fully wake her up, but my fondling and kissing her breasts does. I set it very early so we have time to make love again. She wakes up, looks at the clock, smiles, and eagerly responds to my advances. We have another slow joyous time.

At 5.45 am and we're resting again, there's a gentle knock on my door. I get out of bed, put on my dressing gown, and answer it. Emily's there with her clothes for the day. She grins as her mother gets out of bed, tosses me a towel, and takes my dressing gown by stripping it off me before grabbing her clothes for today. I wrap the towel around my waist, grab some shorts, tracksuit pants, keys, and we head for the bathroom on this landing.

In the bathroom I run the bath then hop in and wave for Alice to join me. When she does, I wash her hair and wash her all over, as Emily watches. Once clean, Alice hops out and Emily jumps in for her bath. I wash her as Alice gets dressed. Emily is washing me as Alice leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. Several minutes later both Emily and I are getting dried when there's a knocking on the door. I call out, "Hold your horses, be out in a moment, just getting dried."

In moments, we're dried and dressed. Me in my shorts and tracksuit pants. Emily in clean panties and my dressing gown while holding the rest of her clothes. I open the door, to find Linda waiting to get a bath. Her eyes go wide on seeing Emily in my robe. She says, with a grin, "Don't let Mrs Miller see you two like this, it could cause trouble."

"Or it could result in a mother - daughter games night of outrageous sex," I respond with a big smile.

Linda laughs and goes into the bathroom, dropping her gown before turning to close the door; giving us both a good look at her without any clothes on. "Very nice," I say, "care to join us one night." She laughs again as I blow her a kiss. Smiling, we leave her to have a bath.

In my room I have fun as I apply the gel, and we both get dressed.

Breakfast

I say, as we sit down to breakfast, "Mrs Miller, I'll be walking Emily to school today. Can you please keep an eye on my sisters until I get back?" She nods yes.

Her other daughter, Joan, looks up. "How come she gets to date the guests and I don't?" She complains.

"I never said you couldn't date the guests," replies Mrs Miller, "only that you couldn't ask them out. If they ask you out, that's another matter, and is OK. Rob is chasing Emily, not the other way around." Joan just glares at her, then at Emily, and me. I give her a weak smile as she pokes her tongue out at me. Then I have a nice thought, and wink as I blow her a kiss, a Joan / Emily double team event could be fun.

Morning

After a short talk with Mary and Nancy, I sit around waiting for Emily to be ready for school. We leave about ten minutes earlier than her usual time. It's a nice day, and we chat as we walk the kilometre to her school. We near a park about two thirds of the way there, she gets tense as there's a group of youths hanging about near the sub-generator shed at the edge of the park. As we near the group I ask Emily which one hurt her. She describes his clothes, and I recognise him. He was a guest at Mrs Miller's when I first arrived there, and he left the next week, not a nice person at all. I never did like him.

When we reach the group of seven youths they spread out across the footpath blocking our way, and he's in the middle. They all have flick knives in their hands, but he's the only one with the blade out. "Well, well," he says, "what do we have here?" Some other high school students from the private school Emily goes to are watching this from a safe distance, on the other side of the road and down the street a bit.

I place an arm around Emily and fondle her breast, as I say, "This is one of my women. People mess with my women at great danger to their health. Everything within ten kilometres of this spot is my territory. You don't hurt women, or girls, or rob them within my territory, unless you want to get severely hurt."

As he glances around at his mates, he laughs and sneers, "What you going to do about it?"

He starts to turn back to me. I'm quick to draw my hand away from Emily, step forward, and kick him in the balls, very hard. The shoes I'm wearing look like normal high ankle runners (they cover the ankle), but these are designed for working in factories. The toes are a bit squarer to take a steel cap. I need them as I often have to go into the production area at work, and protective steel cap boots are required in there. He screams with the pain of the kick, and grabs for his groin as I pull my foot back while swinging a hard left upper cut into his right eye. He stops half bent over as I hit him. Pulling the left hand back, I hit him in the left eye with a right upper cut. Grabbing his shirt with my left hand, I lift him up and give him three quick hard jabs to the mouth, a hook to the nose (breaking it), followed by a very hard straight punch to each nipple. I let go, and he falls to the ground. All this takes but a few seconds to do, fast and furious; much faster than it takes to tell.

Most of his gang haven't moved yet, as they're still taking in what's happened. One is dumb enough to activate the blade on his knife and step forward, before he realises that may not be a good idea.

I speak as I move over to stand in front of him, "You have three choices. When I stop talking and wave my hand, you have thirty seconds to make a choice. One, you can try to stab me, then I get to take that knife off you and turn you into a bunch of little cubes of meat. Two, you can stand there doing nothing and I get to use the knife to cut your dick into a pile of thin slices. Or three, you apologise for threatening me by stabbing yourself in the right thigh with that knife." I stop talking, smile, and wave my hand. They all stand there staring at me for about twenty seconds. He gulps, steps back, and stares at me as he stabs the knife into his right thigh; he screams with the pain of it.

Everyone watching is shocked. I say to the gang, "I don't care what you tell the authorities, as long as no one comes speaking to Emily or me about what happened here. Understand?" They all nod, as one pulls out a mobile phone and calls for an ambulance.

Emily and I start to walk past the rest of the gang. I stop and have a close look at one standing at the back. Pointing to them, I curve my finger and signal them to me. When the person arrives I have a closer look. "I need a good slave servant, and I just elected you for the job. Follow me." Their eyes go wide and they start to shake their head no. I place a finger on their lips. "That wasn't a request, it was an order. You're part of the gang that bruised my woman's tits earlier this week. That's enough reason for me to slice you all up. But we're late for school so I'm letting that go. But you're going to be my slave. Understand." Gulping hard, the person gives a slow nod as they lower their eyes and then their head. They fall in behind me as we walk away. We soon arrive at the school (an old private church run one, different to Mary and Nancy's school), at the gate I give Emily a thorough kiss goodbye.

As we leave the school I tell my new servant, "Take me to where you live, so we can collect your gear." They turn and lead the way to a very run down house near the park. There's not even a lock on the front door. We enter the building, to find two members of the gang sitting on a broken lounge in the front room. I smile and wave as we walk by.

It takes only a few minutes for my new servant to pack the one bag of clothes they own and swing it onto their back. As we walk back out the rest of the gang is in the front room. I say, "I strongly suggest you either break up this gang and get jobs, or move across to the other side of the city. I don't like street gangs in my territory."

One of them looks around the gang, nods, and says, while pointing at my new slave, "We're family, I'm going with you."

"Ditch any weapons you have and get your gear," I say as I nod agreement. "I don't mind having two slave servants." He's back in a few minutes, and we walk out.

As we leave the property a police car pulls up. Dave gets out, and stops when he sees me. I say, before he can speak, "Good morning, Sergeant Darling, I'm just leaving with two new servants. Anything I can help you with?" He quickly catches my drift. The rest of the gang are just outside the front door and are watching us.

He says, as he nods at the gang, "I've come to talk to that lot about two of their members who're in hospital at the moment. But, while you're here. We need to talk about the inquest into the youth who died in that fight with you. It's on Monday morning. I'll have a summons for you later, I'll take it to your residence, be there."

"Certainly, Sergeant, it was all an accident. After all, it was his own knife in his lungs, and it had only his finger prints on it." My servants gulp. Hearing some gagging behind me, I turn, to see one of the gang members throwing up in the small garden area of the house. The rest look decidedly green about the gills. Smiling at them all, I turn and walk towards home as my servants follow me.

Back Home

Fifteen minutes later I'm walking up the street to Mrs Miller's when Dave drives by and stops in front of the house. He gets out and waits for us. Alice and my sisters come out to speak with him. We soon join them. Dave asks, "OK, Rob, what's going on?" My two servants are a bit wide eyed at this. I nod at the house, and we all go inside.

I say, as we sit around the dinner table, "These two used to be members of a new gang that was forming in the area. They're now my servants and slaves. They don't belong in a gang like that." I touch the arm of the one I took from the park. "This one belongs on the end of my dick. After I clean her up and fix her hair, she'll make a good sex slave and fuck toy." They're all shocked, especially the gang members.

She asks, in surprise, "How'd you know?"

"Your fake dick is a give away. No male can have a stiff dick that points at that angle." The dildo she has to make like a male is lying across her hip, not up. They both go ‘Oh.’ The rest at the table laugh. I turn to face Dave, "This is all unofficial, OK." He nods yes. "Day before yesterday a particularly nasty person grabbed Emily and tried to drag her into the bushes to rape her. A patrolling police car put him off. I walked her to school today. On the way, that piece of garbage had gathered some help and was waiting to finish the job. I registered an objection and suggested they change their behaviours. He produced a flick knife and went to start a fight. I finished it, and him. One of the others produced a blade and wanted to join in, then thought better of it. I suggested a way he can apologise to me. He took the option and stuck his knife in his right thigh."

Mrs Miller and the girls are wide eyed as Dave nods, "Well, that aligns with one's story about stabbing himself. The other fellow claims four guys beat him up. The gang claims he ran into the bench and fell over. The doctors don't buy it, too much damage. Two black eyes, lips split in five places, broken nose, seven broken ribs, and both balls crushed. He was well stomped. A person who lives nearby said he drew a knife on a fellow who promptly bashed the hell out of him. No one can identify anyone, so it's going down as a non event. But, please take things a bit easier as I don't need this paperwork." He stands and starts to leave, "When I left the gang house they were all packed and ready to leave. I watched them go, they all went in different directions. I think that gang is no more." Grinning, he leaves.

Turning back to my group, I smile and tell the new pair to give Mary all their clothes so she can wash them while they have baths. They hand over the bags. "My name's Henry. This is my younger sister, Harry," the boy says, "she's just turned sixteen and I'm seventeen nearly eighteen." We all introduce ourselves.

Henry isn't happy when I stand, take Harry's hand, and lead her away. "Time for me to give you a thorough bath. I've got a t-shirt I can loan you." Harry grins at me.

Henry smirks as Mrs Miller says, "Don't worry, I'll supervise them. Mary, show Henry to one of the other bathrooms." Harry half smiles as we all move off to the bathrooms. We go to my room for my dressing gown and a change of clothes for me. Henry follows, and watches as I take the things into the bathroom. Mrs Miller and Harry follow me into the bathroom.

Inside, Harry is nervous about getting undressed but does so. Alice and I smile as Harry gets in the water and I strip off, she's surprised about how fast I get nude in front of Alice. After washing Harry's hair, I lift her to her feet to wet her down with the washer, soap her body all over, and wash her with my hands. Taking the opportunity to caress her body and touch every part of her. Her eyes are open wide as she keeps glancing from Alice to me. At my command, Harry lies down and I rinse her hair. She's lying on her back in the bath as I kneel beside it. I lift her legs up one at a time, and place them over the sides of the bath. She looks concerned as I wash her groin. Her eyes dart to Alice.

Alice leans down, saying, "He really knows how to do that, doesn't he?" Harry's eyes go extremely wide as she realises Alice isn't there to stop me doing anything, but to help me. She starts to smile, and spreads her legs wider. Very soon she's ready for me. Removing my hand, I climb into the bath; it's an old cast iron bath, wider and longer than most modern baths, so there's plenty of room for the two of us. Harry lies there looking at me kneeling in the bath. Her legs are over the sides and I'm between her thighs. I smile at her. Her eyes travel down my body. She watches as I rise up on my knees and move over her. She reaches up and pulls me to her. In a slow and gentle movement, I enter her. Her smile widens as she closes her eyes. I lean down and kiss her. Alice lets some of the water out of the bath so we don't splash too much on the floor while we make love. Harry greatly enjoys her bath.

Several minutes later I get out and run more hot water for Harry to soak in. I get dried and dressed. Ten minutes later Harry dries off and puts on my dressing gown. We go into my room, to find Henry waiting, and angry about how long the bath took. I give him a smile as Alice turns and leaves us. Getting a large t-shirt out of my cupboard, I turn Harry around to have her back to Henry as I remove the dressing gown and place the t-shirt on her, fondling her breasts in the process. I turn her around to face Henry. "Yes, Harry and I had sex while in the bath," I say. "But, only after she made it clear she wanted to. She's now my slave and servant, she does exactly what I want now. Get used to it." It's obvious he's not happy with his younger sister being my sex toy, but can see by her expression it's with her willing consent. He sighs, gulps, and nods. Since he's wearing a pair of my tracksuit pants and one of my t-shirts, I guess Mary had given them to him. I go through my clean clothes and toss Harry a pair of clean tracksuit pants to put on. We all go downstairs. Having a thought, I pick up the mobile phone and call Alison. When she answers, I ask, "Alison, Rob. Do you think it'll be OK if I took next week off as leave?"

"We were talking about that this morning." She replies. "Duke said you'd probably need a week to get everything sorted. Will you be at home about 3.00 pm? If so, I can come around with your calendar and the paperwork you need to sign." I agree to be around, and thank her.

I sit on the lounge with Harry in my lap caressing her body while talking to Mrs Miller, Mary, and Nancy about how we're going to deal with these two. Alice says, as she smiles at us, "Harry, what sort of protection do you have against getting pregnant?"

"I've an IUD. Got it at a family planning clinic when we left home."

Alice says, "Henry, what education and skills do you have?"

"School certificate and nothing, really. But I'm smart and prepared to work hard, if I can get a job."

"Good, we'll see how hard you can work. The shed out the back has a lawn mower and I've a lot of lawn to be mowed." Gulping, he gets the message and heads out to mow the lawn.

I ask, with a smile, "Mrs Miller, can you please keep an eye on Henry while I take the girls for shopping and lunch?" She smiles and nods. We all get up and head for doors; us the front, Alice the back.

Furniture

About twenty minutes later we're in the local shopping centre. First stop is a furniture shop. We look at beds and I select a steel frame unit. It has a king sized main bed with a king single bunk bed above one end of it. I organise new pillows and linen for both mattresses. I also buy a small fridge for the girls' room. I pay for it all on my debit card, like a credit card but works against the actual bank balance. They'll deliver the bed and things that afternoon, sometime after 2.00 pm as they have them in the store's on hand stock and will use locals for the delivery.

Next is a hair salon. I remembered Mum used to say getting a decent wash and hairdo always made her feel better, so we all get done. Being late morning on a mid week day, they have few bookings and slip us in. They're surprised to have a teenage boy asking for a shampoo and style, but I think it can't hurt. The biggest challenge is doing something with Harry's hair as Henry had just cut it short when they left home some months ago. They dye it a light brown and cut it into a bob style; like the one you see in those photos of Princess Diana of Wales, I don't know it's proper name. Mary and Nancy are both feeling a lot better when we leave. That makes me feel better. Harry looks so different I doubt anyone will think it's the same person who was in the gang.

We're hungry, so it's time to eat. We stop at the food court and have an interesting early lunch of mixed foods. Mary gets some Mexican while Nancy gets some Chinese as Harry gets some Lebanese and I get some fried fish and chips. We put all the dishes on the table and help ourselves from each, a very interesting mix of flavours and foods.

Next stop is a major department store. I've Harry pick out several sets of underwear, dresses, and other clothes, including a dressing gown. Mary and Nancy also select some new underwear and a few tops. We go to the change rooms and the sales assistant insists only one item each is allowed in the rooms at a time. The girls pick a change room each and enter them. Harry is soon out in just a pair of panties, asking how they look; the assistant is stunned. The sales assistant is almost beside herself with shock by the time the girls have tried everything on and decided they fit, after getting me to give an opinion on every item, especially the underwear. I can't blame her. After showing me the panties, Harry goes inside to take them off and walks out nude to get the bra to try on. Mary and Nancy are just as cheeky, and I have a hard time because of all three flashing lovely bodies at me.

With all three wearing new clothes, we head home. Arriving home about 1.00 pm. Alice doesn't recognise Harry at first, it even takes Henry a moment to recognise his sister, when he pops in for a drink break. We go up to my room and take my bed apart, to make room for the new bed. After speaking to Alice, we carry it up to a spare room on her floor, to set it up there later.

Taking a break, we sit down and talk with Alice. Henry is still mowing the lawn, this is a BIG block. "I like the way Henry gets stuck in," comments Alice, "I can use a handyman about the place. While he's prepared to work hard like this, I'd like to keep him here. I'll pay him in room, board, and some cash. He can even get a part time job elsewhere, if he wants. I won't have enough work for a full time job here, and not prepared to pay for that. Is that OK with you, Rob, he's your servant?"

I nod as I ask Harry. "Why did you leave home, and how long ago?"

"Our Mum was a widow and she remarried, he's a total arse hole. When they got back from the honeymoon he started trying to get me into bed with him, and also Henry. We spoke to Mum, but she wouldn't listen, so we left. That was about four months back." I get their full names, date of births, and the old address. Ringing the police station, I ask them to check their missing persons reports for them, they're reported missing. Thanking the police, I tell them both are alive and well, living in the suburb, and not interested in going back to their mother and step-father. They make a note on their system and give me a number to call at Family Services.

Ringing the Department of Family Services I speak to one of their child welfare officers, give them the basics and make an appointment for one to call around that afternoon. Harry is watching me do this, she has a very concerned expression. I smile at her, "Just making sure they can't touch you. Get the right government departments on side and you're away from your step-father on a permanent basis."

Soon after that the truck arrives with the bed. Alice gets Henry while I help the delivery people to start bringing it in. I take the bed frame bits up as they fight the mattresses up the stairs and the girls bring the boxes with the linen. With everything for the bed in my room, we start putting it together while the delivery guys bring the fridge up for the girls. They unpack it and set it up for them, taking the packing material away with them. They come back to see how we're going with the bed. The frame is in place and well put together, so they lift the mattresses in place for us and take the packing away. I give them a $10.00 tip each. They grin as they leave, I expect they don't get many tips in this area.

Harry immediately starts making the beds, using the new fitted sheets. I can see Henry eyeing the new bed arrangement, and isn't too happy with what it implies. I say, pointing at the upper bed, "That's for Harry." Point at the main bed, "And that's for me. Not sure what we're going to do with you yet. But a mattress on the floor is the last resort."

"The spare room upstairs will do," is Alice's suggestion, "the one where we put your old bed." I glance at her and nod. I think she has other services in mind for Henry too. He leaves to finish his mowing.

Arrangements

Harry and I soon finish fixing the bed up. A short time later Alice calls me down to the dining room. Alison has arrived. She asks as she hands me printouts of my calendar for next week, "Want to go through and assign these to people?" I take them and check them in detail. I'm quick to assign most of them to staff. Taking out the mobile phone, I call three of the clients and speak to them about their jobs before assigning them to another staff member. These are special clients, and I apologise for reassigning their work. I explain I'm on leave at short notice due to the sudden death of my parents and having to sort things out for my sisters. They all agree to accept the new staff, as they understand my situation. These are very important clients we almost lost due to mishandling by the last person in my job. It's taken me a long time to get all their business back, but it's left them feeling I'm the only one they can trust. I hope this helps them to learn to trust our other staff too. I ring the person I'm assigning them to and explain how important and delicate our relations with these people are at the moment, she promises to take extra care with them.

Taking the notated calendar sheets, Alison hands me several forms to sign; she's filled everything in and I only need to sign them. I give them a quick check and sign them, handing them back. With everything organised, she says, as she stands to go, "Mr Carpenter said for you to keep the phone until he asks for it back. He likes the idea of being able to contact you if an emergency comes up. He'll try to avoid it. Only he and I have the number. Judith didn't like that. Mr Hemingway didn't like you going over his head, but he understands why and has had some strong words with Judith. She now has a formal warning about how she operates." We both grin, as it's about time it happened. "Please call me with the details of the funeral, as some people would like to go." I nod agreement. Gathering up all the papers into a folder, she turns to leave. I walk her to the front door.

Danny is pulling up as she heads for her car. I wait for him to walk over. He hands me a summons and asks me to sign for receiving it. I do, it's for the Coroner's Court on Monday at 10.00 am.

He's about to leave when the mobile phone rings, it's the funeral parlour. The coroner has released the bodies of my parents and the funeral is 2.00 pm tomorrow week. I give Danny the information and ask him to let the police and the bridge club know, he promises to do so. I ring Mr James and inform him of the details. I also ring Alison, doing the same, she'll tell Duke for me. I head back inside to tell Alice and the girls. I ring Mario and tell him as I walk inside, he'll tell the cleaning crews.

I find Harry and Henry arguing. He's telling her she needs to complete her education, while she's saying she doesn't need to. He's also angry about her intention of sleeping with me on a long term basis. I interrupt them, "No fighting. Henry, Harry's my slave and will do what I want, including sleeping with me and having sex when I want. Harry, you're going back to school as soon as I can organise it, so get used to the idea. Now go up to my room and wait there. Henry, you asked to be my servant to be near Harry, give me too much trouble and I'll send you away. Has Mrs Miller spoken to you about long term employment here on a part time basis as a handyman?"

He nods, "Yes, and I've agreed. I like it." We discuss things for some minutes.

I say, "Good, you may wish to consider going back to school to finish your education as well. I'm sure you can do your work for Mrs Miller around the school hours. Or you can do as I am, and study at home of an evening, doing courses part time through the technical college."

"I'll talk to Mrs Miller about it. I'm still not happy about you just using Harry. It's not as if you love her and are going to marry her."

"You're right. I don't love her and I won't be marrying her. But I will be spending a lot of time fucking her, she's a nice sex slave. And while she doesn't complain, you best keep your mouth shut about it. Even if she does complain, you have no say in this at all. Just the same, as neither of you have any say in her going back to school to finish her education. She's agreed to be my slave and she's getting educated, as that's what I want for her."

"I'm not sure I'm happy about, or agree with, a girl being a slave and sex toy," chimes in a new voice. "But I agree with her need to finish her education. She's sixteen years of age, and as long as she doesn't complain to me about your treatment of her as a sex toy or slave, I'll take no other action in that regards. Provided she's properly clothed, housed, fed, and educated. Now, where is Harriet?"

Turning to the woman in the doorway, I look her over, "Family Services?" She smiles and nods. "She's upstairs in my room. Henry, see Mrs Miller about what she wants done now." He heads off as I lead the way to my room, "Earlier I'd told Harry to stay in my room unless I said otherwise. I'd just sent her there several minutes ago." Reaching my room, I use my key to open the door, and have a feeling of deja vu.

Mary and Harry are naked on my bed, kissing. "Sorry," I say over my shoulder. I walk across the room and slap Mary on the arse. "Mary, get dressed and back into your own room." I turn to Harry, "Get dressed, the lady from Family Services is here. And if I ever again catch you in bed with someone without my approval, I'll spank your cute arse fire engine red." As she scrambles to get her clothes on I give her a light hit on the arse. Turning to the welfare officer, I see she's trying very hard not to laugh. I give her a weak smile. I point at the bunk beds, "The double bed's mine and the single bed's Harry's. That's so she can have a bed of her own. It's not as if I'm going to be screwing her arse off all the time. We'll both need suitable rest at times."

Harry responds as she puts her top on, "What's the point of being a sex slave if you're not going to be spending all your time fucking me?"

"It gives you time to make yourself ready and pretty for me," I reply as I caress her face. She smiles in response. I point to the table and chairs, "Make yourselves at home and sit down." Going to the fridge, I get out two chilled glasses and a bottle of chilled water, to place on the table. Opening a small cupboard beside the fridge, I get out a packet of cream biscuits and place them on the table. I say to the welfare officer, "I'm Rob Phillips, I called your people earlier. Harry is now my slave and servant. I took her out of a street gang this morning. I'll leave you two to talk. I'll be next door having some strong words with Mary, or in the hall, or downstairs if you need me." Both the lady and Harry smile, and nod at me as I leave them to talk.

Walking into the girls' room, I find Mary and Nancy in the middle of an argument. "I don't care how cute you think she is," says Nancy, "I told you to lay off her until after Rob agrees. She's his property."

Mary is about to reply when I interrupt with, "That's right, she's my property. Mary, what protection do you have?"

She says, with concern, "I'm on the pill, Mum put us both on the pill some months back. Just after those two girls got raped near the old brick kilns. Technically I'm still a virgin, as I haven't had a dick in me yet. Plenty of dildos and tongues." She's gloating over the last bit.

"I've given you one prior warning, this is the last. I catch you engaged in sexual activity in my bed I won't tell you to get out. I'll just see how nice a fuck you are. Got it?" Gulping, she nods. "After that, I'll fuck you when I feel like it." Both are very wide eyed. "I don't mind you using my room as I've entertainment resources that don't exist elsewhere in the house. But I do object to you using it for sex without inviting me, and I'll object strongly to you interrupting me during sex. Understand?" They both nod. Mary is more scared than Nancy is.

Nancy says with an impish grin, "If we ask, can we watch you?"

I shake my head, "No, it's unlawful for you to watch, and I don't want to go to prison."

Giving me a weak smile, she shrugs her shoulders. I figure she's going to be watching Mary at times. I get the feeling Nancy is the one in charge of these two. That's something I'd never even noticed or thought about before. They're nearly two years apart in age, but Nancy is in the year below Mary; Mary started school a year later than Nancy or I, and they spend most of their free time together. I'd always assumed Mary, the older one, was the leader; but it looks like it's Nancy.

Twenty minutes later I'm sitting in the lounge room when the welfare lady comes down the stairs. I say as she heads for the door, "Before you leave, I have two more cases you should take notes on. I'm sure your department will want to supervise their care."

She turns to me and raises an eyebrow, "Really? By the way, my name's Jenny Lane. What two cases?"

"Two girls, fourteen and sixteen years old. Orphaned on Wednesday night, car accident. They have an eighteen year old brother who's going to become their legal guardian, but will need a hand with them. I'm fairly sure your department will want to do periodical checks on them."

She nods. "Yes, they will. May as well talk to them now, show me."

I take her upstairs to the girls' room. Knocking, I wait until Nancy opens the door. Showing Jenny in, I introduce everyone to everyone, and explain Jenny is there on behalf of Family Services. Mary and Nancy grimace. I give them a stern look, and they nod. Jenny misses none of this. "How come you also control these two?" She asks.

"In the last two years I've been living here they've changed a fair bit, but I think I still know my sisters well. Although Mary has given me a couple of surprises, in the last two days, about her behaviour with other girls in MY bed when I'm not there."

Jenny has a closer look at Mary and giggles. "Well, that explains why you weren't happy to have two naked girls in your bed. Most teenage boys dream of that situation." Opening up her briefcase, she takes out a clipboard and forms. Sitting down in a chair, she starts asking questions. Forty-five minutes later she has everything she needs.

She asks as she leaves, "You planning on staying here at Mrs Millers?"

"Until Nancy finishes high school. After that, a lot will depend upon what the girls want to do. So that's about another four years here. I figure we'll probably go to university together, the four of us - Harry, Mary, Nancy, and me, once we all decide on what courses and which university to go to."

She nods approval, "Sounds like a good plan. Mary and Harry can work for a year until Nancy graduates. That won't hurt their ability to enter university. I gather you're doing part time studies." I nod. She smiles, and leaves. Over the next four years Jenny and her replacement, Martha, often drop in to check the girls and have a chat.

After Jenny leaves we gather in my room to watch TV, Discovery Channel. Harry is very wide eyed at the quality of my main TV. I lie on my bed with Harry beside me as I fondle her breasts. Mary and Nancy lie across the bed as well.

My bed had been along the wall opposite the TV so I could lie across the bed with my back against the wall and watch TV. That's how I set up the new bed. It does make changing the sheets a bit harder, but we have the wall as a chair back. It also allows anyone in the bunk bed the opportunity to sit up and watch TV or lie down and watch TV without too much trouble. Anyway, I figure I have a nice slave to change the sheets for me now, so I don't really care about that aspect.

When Emily gets home from school she comes to my room to have me apply the gel to her bruises. She sits beside me on the bed and watches TV with us as I fondle her other breast.

Evening

We go downstairs for dinner, and return to watch more TV. We're soon settled in with Emily sitting on my right, Harry on my left, Nancy in my lap, Mary beside Emily, and Henry on the floor as he leans against the bed. I have an arm around Emily fondling her breast and another around Harry fondling her breast. Mary also has an arm around Emily fondling her breast. Emily has a huge smile. Having just got real comfortable, we're disturbed by a knock on the door, and Alice opens it to show in Gayle, Tina, Melody, and Belinda. They all stop just inside the door, and smile as they take in our arrangements.

Nancy jumps up and races to her friends, to give them a huge hug each, Mary's only nanoseconds behind her. I'm getting up to greet them when Nancy waves me back. "We'll go into our room and chat." The six of them turn to leave.

I ask, "Mary, please include Harry in your talks and introduce her to your friends? She'll be going to your school, in your grade, and knowing a couple of people will make it easier for her." Harry isn't happy about going to school, and less happy about getting up, but does so when Mary nods her head.

As they wait for her to stand my work cell phone rings. Everyone waits to see what's happening. It's Uncle Mark, they're about to drive around to the house with a load of gear and want me to meet them. I agree to do so, and get up to leave.

Alice says, "This room has much more sitting space than the other, why don't you girls stay here while Rob does what he has to do. Henry can help me downstairs." Nancy nods agreement, and the girls start finding seats while Henry and I get up to leave with Alice.

I turn as I leave, "Mary, remember what I said about my bed." She smirks and pokes her tongue out at me. Nancy grins, as do Emily, Harry, and Alice. I doubt any of us think Mary believes me or will do as told in regards to this. It's her way of getting at me.

As we're going downstairs Peter is climbing them, and I offer to buy his lunch tomorrow if he'll come help me with Uncle Mark's gear. He smiles and nods. This worries me a bit, as this means some exercise. Why IS he so eager? Usually it's hard to talk him into helping out. Then it hits me, we're going into the city tomorrow, it's been arranged for weeks, and I'd forgotten. Damn, we've arranged to lunch with some friends at the Crazy Horse Restaurant; that isn't cheap, I groan.

He says, with a smirk, "Just remembered, huh?" I nod my head, and he laughs - very loud. Alice gives him an odd look. "He's promised to buy my lunch tomorrow and just remembered we have an arrangement to meet some people for lunch at the Crazy Horse." Alice grins and laughs as well, she knows what its prices are like. For the first time in the two years he's known me Peter has got the best of me, but good.

Having a brainstorm, I ring the Crazy Horse and increase our booking by four. I may as well take the girls along, and they'll enjoy the day out. Alice realises what I'm up to, and smiles as she nods.

Deciding to get my own back a bit, I tell Peter we have to hurry, so we run the three kilometres to the house. We arrive just as Uncle Mark and family are getting out of the Tarago van he drives. I look in the van. It's crammed with gear. I can't see where the kids had been seated, and wonder how he got everyone in. We all grab something and head to the house. I unlock, and we carry it in.

Walking into the house, I lead everyone to the dinning room and place the gear we have on the dinning room table. Uncle Mark grabs Peter and heads out for more. I lead Aunt Vera and the kids through the house. She examines both the kids bedrooms when we get to them, they're exactly the same. She says to Jack as she flips a coin, "Your turn, call it." This is her way of reducing sibling conflict as contentious choices are made at random. The kids take turns making the call, and the winner gets to make the choice. He calls heads, it's tails.

Betty looks at both rooms and the hall, the rooms are opposite each other, but one is beside the bathroom while the other is beside the stairs. She chooses the one beside the stairs. "Right," says Aunt Vera, "get your gear out of the car and place it in your rooms, along the wall. We'll have to pack the girl's gear before you can put things away." The kids dash off to bring their gear in and lay claim to their rooms.

In the master bedroom I say in a sad voice, "If there's any of Mum or Dad's clothes you can use, please do so. The rest will be going to the Opportunity Shop." She looks at me, and nods. Turning around, she leads me downstairs and we start bringing the rest of the gear in. The job is soon finished and I lock up, giving both adults a full set of keys, Mary and Nancy's old keys. I promise to give them Mum and Dad's when I get their personal effects next week.

We all climb into the Tarago,as Uncle Mark is going to drop Peter and me home before getting another load packed ready to unload tomorrow. They'll spend most of tomorrow moving gear.

Back at home Peter stops in the lounge room to talk to Linda, and I head for my room.

Fun and Games

Hearing certain familiar sounds from my room, I'm quiet as I open the door and slip in. Harry, Emily, Melody, Mary, and Belinda are on the bed in a group kiss and cuddle session, and a bit more besides. Gayle, Tina, and Nancy appear to enjoy themselves while watching them. I shut the door and move up to Nancy. Placing a hand over her mouth, I whisper as I reach around and fondle her breast, "Get presentable and take your friends into your room." Gulping, she nods. It's clear no one expected me back yet. I place a hand over Gayle's mouth and fondle her breast as Nancy does the same with Tina. "Get presentable and follow Nancy." Gulping hard, she nods, as does Tina.

They're soon ready to leave. As they dress, I undress. All three lick their lips as they eye the bulge in my shorts. I let them out and lock the door.

I drop my shorts as I cross the room. I climb onto the bed and start turning the lesbian orgy into a general orgy as I have sex with each girl in turn, to our mutual pleasure. The only comment made is by Belinda, she hadn't realised I'd joined the fray. She says an emphatic, "Fuck," as I enter her from behind.

"Yes, it is," I reply, "and a nice one too."

"It's you, Rob, you bastard. I'd hoped it was Henry."

"That can be arranged. Are you protected?"

She nods, "Yes, and please arrange for Henry to fuck me."

When we finish fucking she gives me a thorough demonstration of her oral skills. This isn't the first time she's done this. She's very good, and I'm soon ready again. Looking about, I see the others have moved. Melody's on the bed with a pillow under hips and her legs wide, ready for me. Accepting her invitation, I move between her thighs. Feeling some resistance, I slow right down and keep up a gentle but insistent pressure. A moment later she winces as her hymen breaks. I take my time at first, but we're soon fucking like old lovers, and she's enjoying it. She's smiling at me when I withdraw.

"Belinda," I say as I stand up, "lie on the bed with your legs spread. You lot, get t-shirts on."

Putting on a t-shirt and tracksuit pants, I go downstairs to find Henry. Bringing him back to the room, I lead him to the bed. He sees Belinda and licks his lips while smiling. "Like her?" I ask. He nods as I hear the door open, I look over my shoulder and Alice is standing there with a questioning look on her face. "This is Belinda, would you like to be her boyfriend and lover?" He gives a very eager nod. "Good, but you have to earn the right by treating her right and asking her nicely." I address Belinda, "I have no problem with you taking my servant Henry as your boyfriend, lover, and sex slave; as long as you have no problem with his current services for me and Alice, handyman and stud duties as we require?"

Both their eyes go wide, Belinda thinks a moment, and nods. He's already giving a vigorous nod. She says to him, with a smile, "Come to me, toy boy." He drops to the bed, eager to obey her. I send the rest of the girls to have a bath, except Emily.

Alice, Emily, and I move to the hall. We're standing there talking, with Emily in just one of my t-shirts, as Linda comes up the stairs. Entering onto our landing, she stops dead at seeing me fondling Emily's breasts in front of Alice.

I look up, saying, "Linda, I'm just discussing a mother daughter night with this lovely couple. Care to make it a foursome?" Her eyes go very wide as she stands there stunned. "Come along and come a lot. Alice will call for you after she locks up." Alice nods as she turns and leaves us. Linda staggers to her room while Emily and I follow.

Linda starts to close the door behind her. I just push it open, and we enter. She backs up as she shakes her head from side to side. Her eyes are very wide, and I can see tears forming. I stop and ask, "You're turned on by all this, aren't you?" She nods. "But you don't want to have sex with me, do you?" Again she nods. "Name him."

"Peter, " she whispers with a blush.

"Strip, and I'll get him." She takes her clothes off as I admire the view. I can see in her eyes she doesn't mind me looking, but is very concerned about what I'll do next. Once she's naked, I walk over and fondle her breast as I reach past her to snag her gown off the post of her bed; she has a four poster double bed. "Emily, please get her started." I say as I place the gown on her. I turn, and leave the room.

Going down to the lounge room, I find Peter talking to Alice. "Sorry, Mrs Miller, that deal doesn't work out." She gives me a grin, and shrugs her shoulders. I turn to Peter, "Don't ever say I never do anything for you. Got any condoms?" Wide eyed, he nods. "Do you like Linda enough to want her to be your girlfriend on a very long term basis?"

He replies, gulping hard and blushing, "Yes, I'm not sure what love is, but I think I love her and would like her to be my wife."

I reply, "Come with me. Emily's getting her warmed up."

He gives me a strange look as we go up the stairs. As we walk into Linda's room his eyes go wide. Linda's lying on the bed with the gown wide open and Emily fondling her breasts as she kisses her. I make a noise. Emily breaks the kiss and stands beside the bed. They both look at me as I smile at them. "You're both very good friend of mine. I'll be very upset if I every find out either of you is mistreating or cheating on the other, understand me?" Both nod yes.

Linda says as she opens her arms wide, "Come to me, my pretty Pete." Grinning, he does as told. They're in a very deep kiss as Emily and I leave the room, locking the door behind us.

In the hall we find Mary, Melody, and Harry are walking out of the bathroom. I open my room so they can get their clothes. Belinda and Henry are so involved in each other they don't notice us. I lead the girls back out and to Mary's room. We find the three there in a daisy chain. Slapping their arses, I tell them to grab their clothes. As the older girls get dressed, I lead the younger girls to the bathroom as they carrying their clothes.

In the bathroom I start a bath and strip off. The girls all smile. Starting with Nancy, I give them all a thorough wash; making sure we both enjoy my washing their breasts well, as they all have nice tits. Once these three are washed and dried, I wash Emily and she washes me. We get out, to get dried and get dressed. We leave the bathroom and check my room. Belinda and Henry are lying there. I tell them they have five minutes to get a bath and get dressed. Both rush naked to the bathroom, carrying their clothes. About fifteen minutes later they re-emerge. I give them both cold stares, they gulp.

We all gather in my room to watch TV. About forty-five minutes later George arrives to take the girls home, Belinda and Tina are his daughters. Belinda introduces Henry to him as her new boyfriend. He's surprised. He looks at me and motions to the hall, I go with him. We know each other well, as he's one of the other group leaders at work.

"Is this true, is she finally going straight?" He asks.

"I think it's more going bi-sexual. I don't think she'll ever leave the girls alone and go all male. Yes, it's kosher. Yes, they've already had sex."

"Well, it's an improvement." He says, with a sigh. "Liz and I had hoped you'd get into her pants and take her off our hands."

I say, with a laugh, "One out of two's not bad. I had to go out. I came home to find her in bed with my sex slave Harry, as in Harriet, so I decided it's time she tried the other side. Harry kissed her as I took her cherry. She had several orgasms, so I think she liked it. She then told me she liked the look of Henry and would rather have him as her boyfriend. Henry is another slave I acquired today, so I went and got him. They really like each other and fucked like crazy. She's really got an investment in Henry. I gave him to her as her sex slave, and she really went overboard on that. I wouldn't be surprised if they do want to get married, but that'll come later when Belinda decides it's time."

He half smiles. "Well, I'm not exactly ecstatic about this situation." He says. "But it is an improvement over what we had. I don't know how Liz will take it."

"Give them a few weeks to get their relationship sorted out, then invite him over for a long weekend. Set things up for him to sleep on a mattress at the foot of her bed, not in the double bed in the spare room. I think Liz will get a kick out of seeing him act like a dog sleeping at the foot of Belinda's bed. I know she'll get a charge out of it."

He gives me a weak grin. "OK, we'll try it and see how things go. How come Tina's hair is wet?"

"Tina has the same issue as Belinda, which I'm sure you know." He gives a slow nod, as he'd been trying to ignore it. "I caught Tina, Gayle, and Nancy in bed together. I made them have a bath before you came to collect them. I sat in the bath and gave them a very thorough wash, including their hair. We were all in there together, including my girlfriend, Emily, who I also washed. The girls were a bit embarrassed by my washing them, but became very interested in the differences between boys and girls. So things may change there as well."

He gives me a hard stare. "I'll reserve my opinion on that until after I hear what Liz has to say, Tina's only fourteen years old."

"I know that, and did nothing that puts me outside the law. And I have no intention of doing anything with her that puts me outside the law. But she now knows she doesn't have to stay with girls only and that boys find her attractive."

He nods, and we go back into the room. The girls are ready to leave as it's 10.30 pm, he'd have been over sooner if tomorrow was a school day. Now he's not sure if he should have come over sooner or not.

Night Games

Mary, Nancy, Emily, Harry, and I are sitting on the bed all cuddled up, and Henry is in the chair as we watch TV again. At 11.00 pm Alice walks in and smiles at us, she's locked up the house. Mary nudges Nancy and they leave for their room. I get up and kiss them good night.

Closing and locking my door, I smile at Alice and wave for her to undress while telling Harry and Emily to move to the side of the bed. In moments, Henry's salivating at the sight of Alice's lovely body. I have her lie on the bed, and lie beside her to kiss her while caressing her body. I say as I look down at Alice, "Now let's see about getting you pregnant." Emily's eyes go wide, "Until the doctor confirms you're pregnant, you can only have unprotected sex with me. But you may enjoy Henry as a sex slave as much as you like, provided he has a condom on when he fucks you."

She replies, with a grin, "I thought you may say that. I bought a nice big box of condoms today, they're up beside my bed. Waiting for us." Reaching her arms up, she pulls me to her for a kiss as she moves her hips up and down. Getting the message, I break the kiss and start to give her a very good fucking, to our mutual pleasure. When I start to fuck Alice Harry and Emily start caressing each other's bodies.

Sometime later we're lying there satiated and happy. Looking up, I see both Emily and Harry are covered with sweat as they'd both enjoyed watching us. I look at Henry, his eyes have a slightly glazed expression and he would clearly like to be doing what I've just been doing.

Once she's recovered, Alice stands to gets dressed, and says as she grabs Henry's hand, "I think you'll make a lovely toy boy, get your clothes for tomorrow." Smiling, Henry gets dressed, he has some trouble stuffing his stiff dick into his pants, gets a change of clothes, and follows Alice out.

I lock the door behind them and turn to smile at Harry and Emily. I stand beside the bed and motion for Emily to lie in the middle with her legs spread very wide. Emily enjoys watching Harry show me her oral skills. I'm soon ready for more games.

Climbing between Emily's thighs, I make a slow and gentle entry. Our groins meet, I stop. She looks at me, and says with desire, "Fuck me." Obeying her command, I give her a good fucking. I hold back as long as I can. This isn't all that hard to do at first. Finally I can't hold back any more. I stop after we finish and see she's lying there with a huge grin and glazed eyes. A moment later I get off the bed. Harry moves over and cuddles with Emily from on the wall side while I put a large quilt over them. I turn off the light, climb into bed, and cuddle up to Emily as well. Making a nice warm Emily sandwich.

Saturday

I wake up to the sound of knocking on my door. Getting up, I answer it, to find Alice standing there in a gown with a change of clothes for Emily and herself. Mary and Nancy are standing behind her in their gowns. With a wide grin, I turn around and wake Emily and Harry. They put t-shirts on and we all go to the bathroom.

I run the bath and put some muscle soak in the water. When the bath is half full I get in. By this stage all the ladies are naked. Nancy says, as she climbs in the bath, "I'm first." I wash her back and her hair. She sits up to turn around, and slides up my legs so she can lay back and let me wash her front. She really enjoys how I wash her breasts. She gets out and gets dried as Alice climbs in.

I wash Alice's back and hair as Nancy puts on her gown and leaves to get dressed in her room. As soon as Nancy is out of the room, Alice turns around to push me back and sits on me, leaning back for me to wash her front as she fucks me. A lovely feeling, washing someone's breasts as they fuck you. When I finish washing her I have her get off and lean against the wall as I fuck her from behind. After that she sits on the side of the bath to catch her breath.

Meanwhile, I wash and fuck the rest of the girls in the same manner. Emily washes me and I get dried. Mary, Emily, and Harry are in gowns, just Alice and I are naked.

There's banging on the door, it's Linda and Peter. Mary opens the door and waves them in. They're wide eyed at the scene. Linda says, with a giggle, "No wonder you take so long over a bath." We all laugh.

I wave for them to get undressed, and tell Mary, Emily, and Harry to go get dressed. They leave as Linda and Peter strip. I sit back in the water and wave Linda into the bath. Peter raises an eyebrow. When she hesitates, he motions Linda to do it. I say as I wash her hair, "Peter, watch closely and I'll show you how to bathe her properly." I proceed to wash Linda all over, to her obvious pleasure. Getting out of the bath, I tell Peter to get in and wash Linda. As she's about to sit on his lap, I redirect her over his erection. They both smile as she lowers herself onto him, and I say, "With some people it can be even better by changing the sitting position." They kiss and cuddle in the bath while they wash each other's backs as Alice and I leave.

We go to my room to dress. Everyone is there, and all but Emily are dressed. Smiling, I get the gel and apply it to her breast and arm while Alice gets dressed. We're soon all dressed and headed downstairs.

At breakfast I notice one of the newer guests, Steve - a man in his mid twenties who's been here only three weeks, is constantly eyeing Joan. I notice Joan isn't against the idea of him eyeing her. With a grin, I call across the table, "Hey, Steve, don't just eye Joan up, ask her out. The worst she can do is throw a knife at you." He looks at me - stunned, and Joan glares daggers at me. He smiles, turns to her, and asks her to join him on a shopping expedition to a major mall across the other side of the city. Smiling at him, she accepts. When Joan looks at Alice to make sure it's OK to go out with a guest, she smiles and nods approval.

Morning

After breakfast we form up as a group (Linda, Peter, Emily, Mary, Nancy, Harry, and I) and head for the railway station to take the train into the city centre. We make a three hundred metre detour, going by the house to see how Aunt Vera and family are settling in. We arrive just as Uncle Mark and Jack arrive back with another load of gear. We all grab some gear and carry it in. Aunt Vera and Betty are busy putting things away in the kitchen, it's much bigger than their old one.

Mary and Nancy head off to their rooms to pack gear. I grab an empty box and pack some of Mum's kitchen gear, we need some gear at the boarding house; plates, cups, and the like. "I've packed away your mother's two best sets of china and cutlery for the girls' Glory Chests." Says Aunt Vera, "I'm also putting some of the better linen aside for them as well. I'll keep them here for the moment, save you the space."

I reply as I nod my thanks, "Thanks, I hadn't thought of that. I'm taking the few items we need for our rooms. We won't have need for any of the appliances or baking things, so you use them." She nods as I finish packing the one box. As I finish packing, I ask,"Can Uncle Mark drop this around to us later in the week, we're off to the city?"

"No problems. Betty, take Rob's box to the garage, please. I'm also putting a couple of your parent's paintings and things aside to be stored for you until you get a place of your own. If you don't mind, we'll use your furniture and get rid of the worst of our stuff."

"I'd planned on that. The will gives the furniture to me, and there's nothing I'd like to keep, apart from great grandfather's roll-top desk. But I've no place to put it. If you don't mind, I'll leave it here and you can use it for the next several years, until I have my own place."

She nods, "Thanks, I need something to sort the papers out. That'll do until I can buy a desk. The kids love the idea of their own rooms."

"We'll only need to take one fair sized TV. The one in the lounge room is much larger than yours and far too big for the rooms at Mrs Miller's, so if you don't mind, you keep this one in the lounge room and have Uncle Mark drop around your old TV one evening." This gives them the seventy-two inch TV in the lounge room while we get their forty-two inch TV for the girls room.

She turns, "Are you sure, that TV's only a few months old, ours is years old?" I nod, I'd discussed this with the girls on the way over.

Mary had walked in during the conversation, "That seventy-two inch monster would take up too much of the room," she says, "You keep it, you need something that big in the lounge room. I've cleared off my desktop computer and am leaving that as well, but taking my lap top and external drive. Nancy is doing the same. So the kids now have their own computers to do their homework and Uncle Mark doesn't have to worry about them messing his computer up any more. All the software discs are in the boxes beside the computers if you need to reload any of it."

Aunt Vera is crying as she gives Mary a hug of thanks, and Nancy too when she arrives and says, "I've put some boxes with all my gear in the hall along the wall out of the way, so has Mary. We've packed everything we want in a clearly marked stack. Please ask Uncle Mark to bring them over to us during the week." Aunt Vera nods as she cries.

Betty walks back in from taking the box to the garage, asking, "Want a hand moving the computer so I can get my desk set up?"

Nancy says, with a smile, "No, we're leaving the desktops for you and Jack. The passwords have been changed to 'felicity.' You have to think of your own and change them again. Now you have no excuses about not being able to do your homework. We expect to see better marks in future. Also the broadband Internet access is unlimited download and paid until thirty June next year. Plenty of time to save up to renew it." Betty's eyes go very wide, and she races over to give Nancy a big hug before giving Mary and I one each as well.

Deciding we need to get away before they all start crying. "Look at the time," I say, "we better get going." Mary and Nancy glance at me, they know we have fifteen minutes free, but nod, and we get organised to leave. Aunt Vera isn't deceived, but she smiles and waves us out.

We walk outside, to find Jack carrying the last item into the house as Uncle Mark is locking up the van. We wave at him and motion down the street. The rest of our group start to walk that way as we cross the lawn. He walks down the path and waves good bye. About a minute later as we turn the corner I look back, to see the whole family on the door step waving, Uncle Mark looks very stunned, I think Aunt Vera has told him about what we're not taking. We arrive at the railway station in time to take the train before the one we planned to take.

In the City

We planned our trip to give us time for delays. Thus we have about an hour before we're due to meet our friends at the agreed spot, ten minutes walk away. With a huge grin, Nancy points out a shop of teen girls wear. I reply, shaking my head, "If we're going to be watching you lot flashing underwear at us, we'll want time to enjoy it. We'll go there after lunch, OK?" All the girls nod agreement.

We go into a discount music and video store to look at the specials. In the new releases is the latest CD by Nancy's favourite group. I know Mum planned to buy it for her and has one on pre order with this store, all paid for. When this trip was planned I was asked to get it for her.

Seeing me in the store, Sarah, one of the owners, calls me over and hands me the package with the CD in it. I'd forgotten about the order and open the bag while wondering what's going on. Seeing the group's name, I remember what it's about and start to cry. Holding the bag close to my chest, I slump into a chair and sit there crying. The only time I've had an opportunity to cry and and allow my grief in since those first few minutes of knowing what happened. I've had too many pressing duties to allow it to take hold, but not today, no duties today. I sit there crying as my crew gather around me. Harry kneels beside me and wraps her arms around me, Emily stands beside me and hugs me.

Sarah's very surprised and stunned by this. My crew are surprised, but not that much, as some have been waiting for it to happen. They just don't know what triggered it.

Thirty minutes later I run out of tears. I look at Sarah, apologising, "Sorry about that, Sarah, but this is Nancy's birthday gift from Mum. I was to collect it for her today. Mum and Dad were killed in a car accident on Wednesday night and I've been flat out sorting things out since then. Seeing this now just brought home to me all the birthdays and Christmases they'll miss, and we'll miss them."

She nods, and gives me a weak smile. Nancy reaches over and gently takes the bag from my hands. Opening it, she looks in and says with a weak smile, "Thanks Mum." We can all hear the tears in her voice. Taking a deep breath, she gathers herself, "Now it's time to press on." She says it in just the same way Mum used to encourage us to get on with things. I smile at her, wipe my face, stand, and we go.

Ten minutes later we're outside the Crazy Horse restaurant and waiting for the rest of our friends, they arrive soon after we do. We head in for our booking. The Crazy Horse is a nice restaurant, the meals are big and well cooked (mostly steaks of various sorts), but a bit over priced when compared to most other places. However, they have one very big draw card, all the floor staff are women, very well endowed women. The meal prices at night are 60% higher than at lunch, as the staff all go topless for the evening meal. For lunch they wear a top that's little more than a long strip of ribbon 50 mm wide. It's one continuous strip that runs around their waists and forms an 'X' across their front and back that just covers their nipples. The skirt is like that you see for French maids in the films, black with a small white lace apron; the skirt is more like a light tutu, it fluffs out that much. When the staff are walking about you can just see the top of their thighs and the very bottom of the crotch of their flimsy panties, which are almost see through, no panties are worn during the evening meal. The place is a big hit with single males, especially for dinner. With such visual enticements you'd expect mediocre food, but the meals are great, it's amongst the city's top ten eateries. The owner and head chef is a woman, the place has made her a very rich woman.

I always have a big problem eating here. I love my food, so I always have issues trying to decide between ogling the staff and concentrating on my meal. I usually settle for switching between the two between bites. Mary, Nancy, Emily, and Harry are wide eyed at the staff uniforms; Linda's response makes me wonder if she's been here before.

We all get a surprise when the Maître d'Hotel walks over and speaks to Linda, "Finally decided to see what it looks like from the client's perspective, huh, Linda?"

Well, we now know where Linda works, something that had intrigued Peter and I for ages. A few questions, and we find out she serves lunch Monday to Friday and helps with the evening food preparation in the afternoon before going home. She's also doing a part time hospitality course at the technical college doing morning classes.

Due to Linda, we're given a free bottle of champagne. We buy two more, sharing them around the group and getting a glass each, there's twelve of us. Linda gets to drink the spare wine. Nancy, Mary, Emily, and Harry giggle at the taste of their first champagne, a very good French one; not an absolute top line like Bollinger, but not far from it.

We spend a lot of time over lunch, well, almost anyone would. It was funny watching my girls ogling the staff more than our male friends were. Peter and I have a good time chatting with some friends we don't get to see too often now days, the main reason for today's trip is to catch up with old mates.

After a long lunch we head off to go shopping, our mates decide to stay on for awhile; sipping drinks, listening to the band, and watching the staff. Neither Peter or I told them we were taking the girls shopping for clothes, mostly underwear, as we're saving that for ourselves.

Why settle for watching what we can't touch when we can watch something we can touch. The next two hours are a very interesting time as the girls try on and model sets of underwear and clothes. I buy some for each of my crew, and extras as Nancy's birthday gift from me. Peter buys some for Linda. The girls buy some for themselves. We have quite a few bags of clothing to carry before we're done.

Going back to Sarah's shop we take time to examine the stock, buying a few music CDs and DVDs for later. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Sarah asks me.

She's a very lovely lady and we've known each other some years, often flirting. "That depends," I respond, "on how well you eat pussy while I'm fucking you." We're about the only people in the shop, apart from her sister who runs it with her; both are in their late twenties.

She looks at me and replies, with a laugh, "You never give up, do you?"

I say, with a grin, "Usually, no. But I've extra incentives now. Emily there is my girl friend, her mother is ready to join us for a threesome or more whenever I want; and both taste nice. Harry is my ever ready and willing sex slave, another delicious flavour. And I'm assured Mary is a lovely flavour. I can organise to sandwich you between me and any one or more of your choice. I may even be able to arrange for time with Linda, if you don't mind Peter fucking you too."

She says, with a giggle, "Yeah, and all that's in your dreams."

We're standing behind the counter at the back of the shop. I have a brainwave. "Will you believe it and give me a blow job if I can get them back here for a quick fuck?"

"Sure, no worries, it'll never happen," she replies with a grin.

I motion Harry over, waving her around the counter, I lean her on it, lift her dress, slide her panties off, and give her a quick fuck. Sarah's eyes pop. I wave Emily over, she joins us, sees what's I'm up to, slips her panties off, and says as she pushes Harry aside ,"My turn." I switch partners, have to keep my girlfriend happy. Harry stands and walks over to Linda, she whispers in her ear. She talks to Peter, and they both come over. Peter leans Linda on the counter and slips Linda's panties off to give her a quick fuck. I look at Sarah, she has a hand inside her skirt and seems to be playing with herself. Mary comes over to see what's happening. Grinning, she slips her panties off and leans on the counter beside Emily. I switch partners at Emily's order.

A few minutes later I withdraw from Mary, turn to Sarah, and put my hand on her head. She shakes her head in disbelief as she drops to her knees and proves how good an oral artist she is, her hand is still inside her skirt. As she drops I make eye contact with her sister, she's standing half way down the store watching us and smiling. A few minutes later I place both hands on Sarah's head and hold her still as I fill her mouth. When I'm finished, she does up my pants and stands.

Her sister, Amanda, walks over and they smile at each other. Amanda turns and walks into the back of the shop, she returns with a DVD. Sarah blushes as Amanda says while handing me the disc, "Let me know if you like what you see on here, and I'll arrange some fun times." She turns and looks at Sarah. "I didn't approve you to do that, did I?" Gulping, Sarah shakes her head. "I'll punish you later, in the meantime, suck Peter off as well." Sarah drops to her knees and is quick to does as she's told. He's soon drained and dressed again. Smiling at Sarah and Amanda, we leave the shop with our many purchases and the DVD. No one has any other shopping they want to do, everyone wants to go back and find out what's on the DVD. We race to the railway station and head home.

On the way home from the railway station we divert via the house again. Uncle Mark is in the middle of unloading again, so we place our plunder in the lounge room and help him empty the van. We stop for a hot chocolate and a chat. We all avoid mentioning the gear we're giving them. Everyone understands why we don't wish to talk about it. Seeing the bags from the teen clothing shop, Betty reaches in and pulls out one of the pairs of panties. She asks, "What clothes did you get?" as she holds up a skimpy crotchless pair of panties for Emily. She notices the crotch hole and slips her hand through it, "This pair is damaged." Uncle Mark and Emily both go very red.

A bit red faced, Aunt Vera says, "No, they're not. That's to make it easier for the wearer to have sex without taking them off. You remember about sex from your sex education classes?"

Betty responds in a funny high pitched voice that's more question than anything else, "Oh, these panties are for fucking. I thought you took your clothes off for that." Uncle Mark almost chokes on the line.

Aunt Vera replies as the rest of us laugh, "Some people wear clothes like this to encourage their boyfriend to fuck them. Some wear them so they can fuck in public places without having to take them off first." She's a bit embarrassed, but determined not to side step the issue.

Emily takes the panties off Betty, saying, "Sometimes a boy isn't sure a girl is interested in him. A flash of panties can be an encouragement or an accident. But when he sees panties and her pussy at the same time, he just KNOWS she's wearing these panties so she can show him her pussy and let him know she wants him to play with it."

Betty thinks, and nods, "Wouldn't not wearing any panties have the same effect?" As I said before, she's smart.

"It usually can, but not always. He may think you lost or soiled your panties. These make it clear you have panties on and know exactly what you're doing. You could stand in front of him while you take your panties off, then sit opposite with your legs open and the skirt held up. But that's so blatantly obvious others will see what you're up to. This can be done in a way others can't see what you're doing." Betty nods at Emily like a wise sage as the panties go back in the bag. The girls get out some of the other clothes and show them. Everyone exclaims how nice they are, working hard to change the subject.

I ask as I look around the lounge room, "How's the move going?"

Uncle Mark replies with a big grin, "Very well, only a few more loads to shift. Everything left is already packed. Should finish today or tomorrow. Monday night be OK to bring your stuff around?"

I nod, "Yes, it should be. I'll call if we have any troubles. Oh, please let the police know you've moved in." We get up and head off, time we got back.

Back Home

We arrive home about 5.30 pm and have forty-five minutes until the usual 6.15 pm dinner time. We go upstairs and I open my cupboard. I turn the TV on and place Amanda's DVD in to play. We settle into seats and on the bed to watch the DVD.

It opens with a scene of Sarah wearing nothing but a studded collar as she turns and walks away from the camera while the camera follows her. She moves to a set of large wooden frames with six men tied to them. The men's limbs are tied to each corner so they form an 'X' in their frame. They're wearing loose shorts and t-shirts, special gags hold their mouths open. Sarah picks up a large knife and wanders down the line. She plays with their crotches with one hand as she uses a light touch to slide the back of the knife along their chests. Reaching the end man, she slips the knife into the neck of the t-shirt and slices it down the front. She slips the knife into the belt of the man's shorts and slides it down one leg, followed by doing the same on the other leg. In seconds he's hanging there naked as the clothing has fallen off him. She plays with him for a moment, before moving to the next man and repeating the process to strip him. All six are soon naked. She moves back along the line playing with them as she runs the knife along their chests again, before applying dick clamps to their erections. The camera moves around so the men form a line along the left side of the screen and a single chair is on the right side of the screen. Amanda walks into the shot from the right, she's wearing a very tight leather bikini outfit that accentuates her body, as it looks sprayed on. She walks along the line of men running her hand over them. She reaches the last man and takes a good hold of him as she leans in and kisses him, we can see her tongue slide into his open mouth. He winces as she squeezes hard at the same time. Peter and I both wince as all the girls sigh.

I pause the DVD. Everyone turns and looks at me. Nancy is very upset, as I send her to her own room so we can watch the rest of the DVD. I also stand and start getting undressed, everyone else follows suit. I sit down and pull Harry down onto me. Mary and Emily cuddle together as Peter pulls Linda onto him. I start the DVD again.

Amanda straps on a huge dildo and they work their way down the line. Each of the men begs to be fucked by Amanda's huge dildo as a requirement to be allowed to fuck Sarah. She obliges them as Sarah rides them well before dropping to her knees and giving them great blow jobs, we see her cheeks pinch in. By the time Amanda has finished stimulating the prostrate glands of all six men as Sarah makes like a super powered vacuum cleaner, they're all thoroughly drained and exhausted. They're as limp as waterlogged spaghetti. Amanda takes her top off and both women move up and down the line as they rub their bodies against the men, all they can raise are smiles. "Since they aren't man enough to satisfy us both," says Amanda, "we'll just have to whip them." The men are all horrified as the ladies pick up some whips and start walking around the group whipping them. Both ladies really enjoy hearing the men scream with pain, as they're really hitting them hard and thoroughly enjoying whipping them.

I stop for a clean up and dinner part way through, when Alice gives us a five minute warning. She saw what we're watching and smiles. We return to watch the DVD after dinner. The DVD is extremely hot, and I stop it for another clean up towards the end. Both Emily and Mary have had a good ride on me while Linda and Peter are looking a bit glassy eyed. I start it again after our second clean up.

Amanda is standing there with a whip as Sarah brings some clothes over and releases the first man. He gets dressed, takes out his wallet, and hands Amanda several $100 notes. "I didn't like the whipping," he says, "but you won the bet fair and square. Not how I expected, but you were right. I wasn't able to fuck you after your sister had finished with me." Sarah shows him off the screen, we hear a door open and shut. She returns with another bundle of clothes. One by one, the men get dressed, pay up on their bet, and leave the room. After the last one leaves Amanda turns the chair to face the camera and sits there counting money as Sarah fondles her breasts. After the money is counted they change positions and Sarah counts the money while Amanda fondles her breasts. Both stand, face the camera, and bow, before walking towards the camera, one to either side, it turns off.

I check the time on the DVD player, the whole film runs to exactly 90 minutes. I look around my team, they're all smiles. "I think I'll have a talk with Amanda during the week and see what we can arrange, but a little different." They all nod at me as I turn off the DVD player.

We sit and chat as we watch a show on TV. When it's over I hustle us all into the bathroom to have a bath, washing Nancy first. Returning to my room, we sit and watch a show on Tornadoes. Alice pops in for a talk a few times, she looks worried as Steve and Joan weren't at dinner.

At 10.15 pm I hear some yelling from downstairs. I go down to check it out. From the lowest landing I can see Steve and Joan are standing in the entrance hall and arguing with Alice. I say in a loud voice as I finish going down the stairs, "Quiet, please, some people are trying to sleep already." They all stop and look at me, all three blush about their shouting. "Steve, Joan, you know the house rules, be here for the meal or let Mrs Miller know an hour before hand you won't be, so the food isn't wasted. You're both at fault for not telling her you'll miss the meal. Now you should both apologise and get ready for bed." All three stare at me, as do two other guests sitting in the lounge room watching us.

Steve is quick enough to realise I'm trying to defuse the situation. He says as he nods, "I'm sorry, Mrs Miller. It was inconsiderate of me not to call and tell you we were eating out. It won't happen again." He grabs Joan's hand and they're very quick to move off up the stairs.

Alice turns to say something to them, catches my eye, and says as she gives me a weak smile, "Apology accepted Steve, please try to think a bit further ahead in future." She looks at me and inclines her head to the kitchen. I follow her into the kitchen. "Well, mister."

"Joan's old enough and big enough to look after herself. You shouldn't be worrying about her staying out. But take time to calmly talk to her about letting you know what time she expects to return so you can call for help if she's over late and may need help. OK." She looks at me for a moment, sighs and nods.

Night

At 10.45 pm Steve and Joan turn up in the lounge in casual dress, and sit down to watch TV. Smiling at them, I ask, "Would you two like to join Emily, Harry, and I as we watch a personal movie on DVD we were loaned today? It's extremely hot."

Steve looks at Joan, she looks at her mother, Alice turns and leaves the room to lock the house up. Joan gives me a long stare before she nods. I turn to Henry and say, "You come along too, go to your room and get some condoms first." Joan's eyes go up as she grins and stands, pulling Steve to his feet. We go upstairs.

When we reach my room I chase Mary and Nancy off to their room, leaving Emily, Harry, Henry, Joan, Steve, and I alone. Joan and Steve are very wide eyed when they see my TV set up. I say, "If I hear either one of you has told someone about this set up, I'll make you both very sorry. Got it?" They both nod, as they understand my wish to keep it secret from most people. I suggest everyone take a toilet break before we start, which they all do.

With everyone back, we get organised, Emily in the corner, a space for me, Harry beside me, Joan, Steve beside her, with Henry on the floor. Joan and Steve smile at my placings. We all sit down and I'm about to start the DVD, when the door opens. Alice walks in and Joan gasps. Alice smiles at us all, saying, "I hope I'm not too late?"

I wave her to a seat beside Henry, "No, just about to start. Perfect timing, Alice." Joan turns and looks at me, I smile back at her. Grinning, I stand and start to undress, "Why don't we get properly attired for watching a good porn flick." Alice, Henry, Harry, and Emily are quick to stand and start stripping. Steve gulps as he looks at Joan and follows suit. Wide eyed at watching her mother and sister strip, Joan stands and strips. Once nude, we all take our seats again.

I start the DVD. Before the first scene is half way through everyone is playing with someone else's body. I whisper to Harry and she plays with Joan's breasts as Steve plays with the rest of her. In a few minutes everyone's breathing heavy. I whisper to Harry again, she stands, gets two chairs, and places them in front of us. Everyone is watching her with one eye as they watch the DVD with the other, Sarah is applying dick clamps to the men. Harry lifts Alice up to lean on one of the chairs, Henry moves to continue caressing her, Joan's eyes go wide when she sees a clamp on him as well. Harry pulls Joan up to lean on the other chair, and drops to the floor to caress her body. Joan leans on the chair and moans. Steve lies there staring at them.

Sliding off the bed, I move up behind Joan, wink at Steve, and enter her. She gives a soft moan as I start to fuck her, I think she thinks it's Steve. Alice looks over and smiles. Several minutes later I say, "Hey, Steve, Joan sure is a nice fuck. Want to take over?"

She turns and looks at me. She says, glaring hard, "Fuck you."

I reply, with a laugh, "You just did." Her eyes go wide as she realises she just did, and greatly enjoyed it too. She watches me move to Alice as Harry moves to Emily. Very wide eyed, she watches me fuck her mother. Steve stands and fucks Joan. Steve and I fuck our ladies, to their great pleasure. Emily and Harry climb off the bed to approach Steve and I, rubbing against our backs. I look up at the DVD, Sarah is sucking the second man dry as Steve and I fill our women.

Steve collapses back onto the bed, pulling Joan back with him. They both watch wide eyed as I withdraw and wave at Henry. He smiles back, stands, and enters Alice, fucking her hard for several minutes and many orgasms before she reaches back and undoes his dick clamp. Moaning with pleasure, he fills his condom, he'd put it on when he undressed. He stands there until he goes limp and steps back from her.

Alice turns, removes the dick clamp, and the filled condom. She tosses the condom into the bin and draws him into a kiss. She soon has him ready again, and replaces the clamp.

I'm ready to go again, and move Harry up to the chair. She smiles as I fuck her, to our mutual pleasure. After a while I withdraw and move her back to the bed. Emily takes her place at the chair. As I enter her I look around, to see Joan moving to the other chair,with Steve in close pursuit, and Alice lowering herself onto Henry. After a few minutes Henry lifts Alice off him, pushes her onto the bed, and climbs between her thighs; he gives her a good fucking, to their mutual pleasure.

Several minutes later we're all filling our respective partners just as the men start to pay Amanda for losing their bets. We all disengage and rearrange ourselves on the bed, sitting to watch the end of the DVD. Turning it off, I glance at the clock, to see it's 12.45 am.

Joan says, to Alice, "Mum, why do you make Henry wear a condom, but not Rob?"

She replies, with a big grin, "Because I like fucking them both, but it's Rob's baby I want. I'm not protected at the moment." Joan's eyes go extremely wide. "None of what Rob has in this room, or what we do, is for discussion with any of the other guests, or anyone else for that matter. Understand that Steve, Joan?" They both nod agreement. "If you ask him nicely, Rob may invite you back for some of his other games nights. They're great fun." Again both just nod.

Standing, Alice gets dressed and motions for Henry to do the same. "Henry and I will have a bath in my en suite. Joan, I suggest you and Steve bathe in our bathroom." They stand and start to get dressed as they watch Harry, Emily, and I get robes out of my cupboard and put them on. They understand we'll be bathing together down here. I show the others out and shut my door as we go for a bath.

Returning from a relaxing bath about 1.30 am, I open my door to find Mary and Nancy lying on the bed as they watch the DVD and play with themselves. Nancy glances at me. I wave her to stay where she is. Harry waves at the girls and grins. I push her into the room, and leave them to their games as I shut the door behind me. Emily and I go into the girls' room, climb into their bed, and go to sleep. Some time later I feel the bed move as someone else climbs into the bed behind me. A warm body presses up against me and two nice tits try to weld themselves into my back. I smile, from the feel of the size of the tits it has to be Nancy. I go back to sleep with my arms around Emily and Nancy pressed against my back.

Sunday

We get up for breakfast, eating in our robes as Sunday breakfast is usually very casual for most of us because we don't work today. The cell phone rings, soon after returning to my room after breakfast. It's Aunt Vera asking us all to come over for Sunday lunch. They had some trouble with the freezer and she has three huge roasts that have to be cooked today. I reply, with a laugh, "I don't believe that, but we'll get dressed and come straight over. A free feed is a free feed." We all have quick baths and get dressed as fast as possible. The only thing I take my time with is applying the gel to Emily's bruises. Alice asks Joan and Steve to keep an eye on things as she wishes to go out, they agree.

Just before 9.00 am we head off; Emily, Mary, Nancy, Alice, Harry, Linda, Peter, Henry, and me as we have a casual stroll to Aunt Vera's. An hour later we arrive at the house just as Uncle Mark arrives with a loaded trailer and van. We all set to and help him carry things in, they're soon emptied. Followed by carrying some things from the house into the store room at the back of the garage. They've been busy, and are almost fully moved in.

The things that are going are in the garage, while the things being put aside for us are in the store room, and the house is set up for them. Very much how Mum had it, but enough different for it to seem like another house. Not sure if I like the changes, but I do prefer them as it's not so heart wrenching to visit them now. Aunt Vera is putting lunch on with Alice's help. Mary, Nancy, Harry, Emily, and Linda go help Betty and Jack to sort their rooms out. Peter, Henry, and I join Uncle Mark in the van for the final trip. With all the extra hands, we soon have everything packed. Uncle Mark checks through all the cupboards; nothing left, all bare. Aunt Vera will be over to clean the place during the week. Back at the house the unloading is quick. Some things, like the TV, are left in the van for delivery to the boarding house.

We move the rest of the stuff to go to us at Mrs Miller's into the van. With their move finished, our stuff will be delivered later today.

While we were away the ladies have finished setting the house up, the table is set for lunch, and we can now sit around chatting. We're all sitting in the lounge room chatting when Aunt Vera asks, "How come you have such a large crew today, Rob?"

I reply, with a big smile, "You told me to bring all my friends over to help eat the roasts someone forgot to put back in the freezer." Uncle Mark goes a lovely shade of red, so I think it's true and I know who's at fault there. "Well, as you know, Peter is my best friend. Linda is a good friend and his girlfriend; their relationship is so new it still squeaks." They both blush, and everyone else laughs. "Harry and Henry are my servant slaves, aren't you?" Both smile and nod their heads as Uncle Mark and Aunt Vera open their eyes wide, Betty and Jack both giggle. Emily is sitting beside me and I pull her to me. "Emily is my squeaky new girlfriend, and Alice is her mother and my bit on the side." Aunt Vera nearly chokes on the drink she's having.

Alice chimes in, "Only until the doctor confirms you've got me pregnant, dear. Then Henry will be my toy boy until I want another child in two or three years time, I think." A lot of stunned expressions, Mary and Nancy hadn't really believed we were trying for a child. I think Emily is the only person who really believed us, while Harry and Henry are beginning to accept it as true too.

The conversation lags for quite a while after that. Aunt Vera and Alice get up to check how the food is cooking, and they take a very long time about that. Aunt Vera doesn't seem so upset when they come back, so I guess they had a long talk as well.

About 1.00 pm we have a nice roast lunch with all the trimmings. Followed by a game of 'yard cricket' in the back yard. The hardest part of that is bowling the tennis ball to where Jack is swinging his bat, and timing it for him to hit it. But it's great fun by all. Especially when Uncle Mark or Linda are batting, as they're both good at slamming that ball around the yard and giving us plenty of exercise.

At 3.30 pm Alice says she has to get back, so we stop our game and get ready to leave. Uncle Mark suggests he drives Alice back while the rest of us walk. So we set off while the oldies sit and talk, they have about twenty minutes or so before they have to even think about driving over. When we get to the house they're there waiting, and some of the boxes are already upstairs. We soon have the van unloaded and all our gear in our rooms. We spend the rest of the afternoon watching TV in my room, after we put everything away.

Dinner is a quiet affair, followed by more TV after we have our baths. Emily's bruises are almost gone, tomorrow should be the last day she needs the gel. As we get ready for bed, I say, "Nothing personal, ladies, but tonight I want a very good night's sleep. I have the Coroner's Court tomorrow and want a very clear head for that." They all agree. Alice takes Henry off to her room for the night, and Harry goes next door with Mary. Nancy and Emily climb into bed with me. We cuddle up and go to sleep. It's heavenly sleeping naked with two sexy naked girls in bed with you, and very warm too.

Monday

Peter and Linda have to work today, so we let them have first baths. We're all bathed and dressed for breakfast on time. All the girls insist on going to the court with me. I want them to stay home, but they won't hear of it. I may have won the argument against one, but not three. I'm able to leave Henry with Alice, as he has plenty of work to do for her. We head off early and walk Emily to her school, as it's on the way.

Since we're so early I also stop at Mr Jones' and I tell him about the deal with renting the house. He agrees it makes sense. He's not happy we've gone and shifted them in, but understands why. He'll organise a lease for the agreed rate and defer the bond until it's transferred from the old place. I also give him the receipts for the things I've bought the girls; the fridge, some of the clothes (not the presents) and board, etc.

Next stop is the police station. Dave is there and has some things for me. I sign for Mum and Dad's personal effects and place them in my back pack. It has our coats and some snacks. He also has a warrant to execute for my arrest, we're all a bit surprised by this. The girls are shocked about me being charged, but I was half expecting it. I just didn't expect it to jump at me so sudden. He soon puts me through the process, fingerprints, photos, etc. He explains the decision was only made very early this morning and they just got the warrant. The prosecutor is aware of the Coroner's Court and doesn't expect us at the local court until after we're finished at the Coroner's Court.

While this is all happening I tell the station sergeant about having Uncle Mark and Aunt Vera living at the house. He amends their list of vacant houses that need extra watching.

We're all loaded into Dave's police car and off to the Coroner's Court, as it's several kilometres away.

The inquest, Coroner's Court hearing, is very straight forward. First is Michael's death; the police reports, the ambulance reports, the doctor's reports, statements from the other thieves (greatly down rated, due to internal inconsistencies), the photos I took, Dave's statement, and my statement. The Coroner is quick to find that Michael died as a result of injuries received when he fell. The fall was a direct result of his attempt to harm me and his criminal activities. He blames Michael for his felonies, for carrying a knife, for trying to use the knife to harm others, and on his fellow thieves. He recommends the other thieves be charged with manslaughter as he feels the death wouldn't have occurred if the robbery hadn't happened, and that wouldn't have happened if they hadn't been his accomplices in the robbery. I'm absolved of any wrong doing in his death. The girls are surprised about how involved I was in his death, as I hadn't got around to telling them the full story.

This is immediately followed by the inquest into Mum and Dad's deaths, it's a fairly simple matter too. Statements from a few witnesses who were on the footpath, forensic reports, the other driver's statement (it's at odds with the other witnesses and the forensic evidence), the medical reports on his condition and the blood alcohol levels. The Coroner finds the deaths are due to negligence on behalf of the other driver and recommends he be charged with negligent homicide as well as any other relevant charges from his breach of the road rules.

The girls and I are glad they're throwing the book at him, but it doesn't bring Mum and Dad back. The driver's wife is present in court. She's very angry about the ruling. Outside the court she has some fierce words with the Police Prosecutor who handled the case. At the same time Michael's parents are abusing me about his death. I ignore both groups and help Dave shepherd the girls into the clerk's office.

I'm wondering what we're doing here until Dave asks for two copies of the court summaries and rulings for both cases. We have to wait another twenty minutes while they finish preparing the second one and copy both reports. He hands one set to me, which I put in my back pack, and carries the other set himself. Back in the police car and back to the police station.

We walk over to the local court house. Dave sits us down in the court and goes to talk to the Police Prosecutor, handing her the reports. The prosecutor turns and looks at us, checks some papers, and speaks to Dave. He comes back to us, "They'll be breaking for lunch as soon as this matter is over. You'll be first after lunch, so let's go eat." I nod, and we leave. The girls are a bit concerned, but trust Dave and I.

I ask as we walk down the street, "Dave, isn't it normal for a person to be detained in the cells until the court hearing?"

He smiles, "The law requires the person to be either allowed out on bail or in police custody. Normally that's taken as being in the cells. But as you're with me, you're in police custody. Just don't cause me trouble by running away, OK." I smile, and nod my acceptance.

While we wait for our food to be cooked at a local restaurant I get out my cell phone and call Mr Jones. After hearing what I have to say about the warrant and the case, he promises to have someone at the court to represent me. I'd just thought of having a legal representative.

Local Court

After lunch it's back to the court. We're the first back, so Dave takes time out to explain the court protocol and procedures to us. About ten minutes later the Police Prosecutor turns up. Dave takes me over and introduces me to her. We have a quick chat and I explain my family solicitor is sending someone over to help me with my case.

A short time later a young woman enters the court room and looks about. She walks over to me, "I hope you're Rob Phillips?" I nod, "Mr Jones sent me to help. I should tell you I'm a solicitor trained to handle criminal law, but my experience is low. I've assisted with two cases since being admitted to the bar. Apart from several cases I saw during my training, I've no other experience and this is my first case as the lead. We have no one else who's available right now. I feel you should know that before we start. I could ask for a deferment."

The poor woman is more frightened than I am. "Calm down. I'm charged with murder or something like that." Her eyes go very wide, it looks like they hadn't told her. "The case is simple. I think I'll get off on self defence. Here are the warrant and some reports." I hand her the papers from my back pack, "Read them and do the best you can. OK."

She takes them from me, "OK, you'll get my best. At worst, we can appeal. Oh, my name's Miranda Simpson."

The prosecutor says, with a smile, "I estimate I have less than a five percent chance of winning this case. I think this is a formality to stop trouble later by closing the case right out with a judicial decision." Dave, the Police Prosecutor, and I laugh as Miranda sits down and starts to read the papers.

About five minutes later people start wandering back into the court. A few minutes more and we all rise as the magistrate enters the court. This is a preliminary hearing and is before a magistrate.

Everyone is soon ready to start work again. The Clerk of the Court calls the case, "The Crown versus Robert Phillips in the matter of the death of Michael Brown, charge of wrongful homicide."

Dave stands and waves me towards the front of the court. I stand up in the main part of the court and walk forward as Miranda stands and walks to a table on the left of the court. Dave points me at the dock, and I go over to it. I notice the magistrate is watching all this with a pensive expression. He opens the file the clerk placed before him when he called the case. He reads some papers and glances up at Dave, then me. The clerk is quick to confirm I'm the accused, Miranda is my legal representative, and we're ready to proceed, as is the prosecutor.

The charge is formally read and I'm asked how I plead. I say, "Not guilty, Your Honour."

The magistrate looks at some papers and is about to speak when the prosecutor stands, saying, "Your Honour, this is a very simple and straight forward case. I think it would be in everyone's best interest to take several minutes to hear this case now. And not set it down for a further hearing."

The magistrate looks up, "This case already has some interesting aspects. I notice the accused wasn't in custody, yet the file shows nothing about bail. How long do you think this will take?"

The prosecutor replies, "There's not much evidence to give, Your Honour. It should only take several minutes. The accused has been in the custody of Sergeant Darling since the arrest warrant was served this morning. I'm as aware as you are that Sergeant Darling was a few metres away from the accused here in the court, but he assures me he could easily have stopped any attempt to escape by the accused. He allowed the accused some space to talk privately with his legal representative who'd only arrived a few minutes ago."

The magistrate turns to Miranda, "Is this true, you've only just arrived and received your instructions?"

She stands, "Yes, Your Honour. However I have received my brief and instructions from my client. We're prepared for the matter to be heard now. It's very simple and should only take a few minutes at the most."

The magistrate looks at them both for a moment, and nods, "I would've expected such a serious charge to go before a judge and this would only be a committal hearing. But if everyone is agreed it won't take long and wishes it heard now, let's get started."

The prosecutor stands and introduces into evidence the statements from the other thieves, Dave, and myself. These are read out and accepted by Miranda. The Coroner's report is added to the evidence and accepted. The basic facts are clear, there's no dispute he was there unlawfully, that he attacked me, and that my actions resulted in his death.

The magistrate turns to me, "You're not required to give evidence, but you may if you wish. You may even give a statement from the dock if you wish. Is there anything you wish to say?"

"Your Honour, may I have a quiet word with my representative first?" He nods and Miranda comes over to speak with me. We discuss the pros and cons for standing mute, going on the stand, and just making a statement. I elect to go on the stand and testify under oath.

I say, after being sworn in, "Your Honour, the evidence given so far is all true, except for the few lies by Michael's friends challenged by my legal counsel. I also note the same points were challenged by the Coroner and the prosecutor accepted their doubtfulness. However there are a few points not yet mentioned. I'd like to make sure the record is clear on all aspects." He looks at me and nods for me to continue, "I didn't set out to hurt or kill anyone that day, and I have no remorse about what happened to Michael. In my view he brought that on himself. I've known him for many years as we went to school together. He and his mates involved in this have been a gang of bullying thieves for as long as I can remember. We had numerous run ins at school as I wouldn't bow to them. When the fight started and he drew the knife, I knew I had to take him down and take him down hard. When he came at me my first thought was to move him away from where Sergeant Darling was trying to subdue the three attacking him; I wanted to give the Sergeant room to move. I moved across the bed, Michael followed. I was looking for an opportunity to slam him into the wall, hard, hard enough to knock the knife out of his hand or knock him unconscious. I know how he fights as we'd had hundreds over the years. When an opportunity presented itself I grabbed him and threw him at the wall. But the wall wasn't there, it was the window. I saw him go through the window, and my only thought was, ‘I hope he breaks his legs, maybe that'll slow him down.’ I then went to Sergeant Darling's assistance and disabled one of his attackers with a kidney punch. It was all over after that. When we learned of Michael's death I wasn't upset at all. I just thought it was a cleansing of the gene pool. At the time I threw him against the wall I was scared and used my entire strength to do so. I was also very worked up and emotional at that point too. I'd just come from the morgue where I'd identified the remains of my parents who'd been killed the night before, and I arrive to find these scum ransacking my parent's house. I was angry, and the adrenalin was flowing. I think it's very probable that I threw him harder than I thought I could because of that, I don't know. I do know I didn't care what happened to him at the time. The fight was all his fault. He broke into my house, he was stealing my parent's property, he attacked me, he drew the knife, he started the chain of events and pushed it along. I decided I was going to smash his face in and tried to do that. Things didn't go how I wanted. I had no opportunity to turn and punch him in the face, as I so much wanted to. I'm not happy he died, nor am I sad, I'm totally indifferent to his death."

The magistrate looks at me for a few minutes. He turns to the police prosecutor, "Any questions?" He's answered with a shake of the head from the prosecutor and Miranda. He turns to me, "I note this is your first encounter with the police. I also note you grew up in an area where it's remarkable that this is your first encounter with the police. I'm glad you made your statement, as it clears up a number of discrepancies and points in the earlier evidence. You may step down." I leave the stand as he makes some notes in the file. He looks up, "I note the deceased and the accused have a long history of conflict between them. I find it very interesting that despite the history this is the first time the conflict has involved the police. This suggests the past conflicts have not been very physical or vicious. I note the deceased committed a number of crimes in order to be in the situation resulting in his death. The main crimes being to attack the accused with a knife and a clear intent to create grievous bodily harm on the accused. It is the ruling of this court that the accused is innocent of all charges and the deceased died as a result of his own actions and crimes when the accused defended himself against attack by the deceased. Next case, please."

The bailiff waves me over to the door. I meet Miranda and the girls on the way, Dave also joins us. Just before we leave the court room I look back, to see the magistrate and the prosecutor busy with the next case, setting the full hearing dates for the others involved in the robbery.

Outside the court room I say to Miranda,"Well, your career is off to a good start. Your first case as lead is a capital crime and you win it."

She replies, with a laugh, "Even though it was a lay down win, I think you're right. It'll look good on my resume. I'll see Mr Jones gets the bill for my services, it shouldn't be much anyway, as this was a quick case." We shake hands, and she leaves.

Dave offers to drive us home, but I elect to walk and do some shopping along the way.

Afternoon and Evening

As we walk down the street I wonder how Michael's family will take the court ruling, and how the families of the others involved will take their sons being charged with manslaughter. Oh well, not my worry.

We stop at the electrical good store and I buy a DVD player / recorder / hard drive for the girls to have in their room. I also buy a small radio for them as well. It's only fair they have their own entertainment capabilities. I make a point of keeping the receipts for Mr Jones.

After the electrical goods store we go by Mr Jones' office. I drop off the receipts and make a written report about all the purchases and the rental of the house. I also leave the copies of the Coroner's Court hearings and a summary of the local court case for him. I figure he'll reimburse me for all the purchases later, I'm in no hurry for the money as I've a fair bit in the bank at the moment.

We're in no hurry, so we take our time going home and wait fifteen minutes for Emily to finish school.

As we walk home the girls tell Emily all of today's thrills. I'd rather they left a lot of the details out, but they don't. They do make a show of scaring Emily about my arrest. It takes me the rest of the walk home to calm her down again, just to have the girls do it all again with Alice.

We go to my room and I sit down with Emily, helping her with her homework instead of some more personal fun. By the time that's done, all the homework from last week and that got handed out today, it's time for dinner.

Just before dinner I examine Emily's breast and apply the gel, saying, "I think this may be the last time you need the gel. We'll see tomorrow. Of course, this doesn't end the need for you to have your baths with me." She frowns at the first comment, and smiles at the last one.

After dinner Steve mends his fences with Alice by presenting her with some flowers, and Joan hands over a box of Alice's favourite chocolates as they both apologise again for causing her to worry on Saturday night.

I ask the girls to stay in the house as I need to visit Aunt Vera and hand over the keys. They all have a gleam in their eyes as they agree. Emily says, giggling, "We'll watch TV in your room." I leave as I think that's about the last thing that lot is about to do in my room.

I take my time walking to Aunt Vera's. I do find it a lot easier to think of the house that way, and knock on the door. Uncle Mark opens the door and waves me in. Aunt Vera makes some hot chocolate for us to drink, and we chat for several minutes as I hand over all the keys to the house and garage; mine, Mum's, and Dad's. I tell them about today's events. They're shocked at my being charged, but happy with the results. After a thirty-five minute visit I leave them and go home.

I arrive back to find George, Belinda, and Tina in my bedroom as well as my crew. Belinda is just finishing telling Mary all about the work she's missed and the homework she needs to do. Smiling, she walks over to Henry and takes his hand as she looks at her father. George says, with a weak grin, "OK, you've got forty minutes." Henry and Belinda leave the room, and I soon hear them enter the girls' bedroom. I look at George, he gives me a grin, "Liz approves. She also likes your idea for a weekend sleepover. She was positively drooling when I told her your suggestion, she fucked me like crazy that night." I laugh very hard at that.

Belinda resurfaces about an hour later, just as George and Tina are getting ready to leave. Emily and I sit down and help the girls with their studies and home work. I even have Harry do the studies and work.

This was another very emotional day for me, and I settle for a simple night of sleep. Tonight Emily chooses to sleep in her room and I sleep with Mary cuddled up to me while Harry and Nancy are in the other room. If they're doing anything other than just sleeping, I don't want to know about as I can't be held responsible for anything that I don't know about; so I assume they're having a good cuddle too.

Interlude

During the week I take Harry over to the public high school and register her with the school. Most of our week off is spent helping Harry, Mary, and Nancy catch up on their studies. The girls also spend part of Wednesday helping Aunt Vera clean up the old flat. Mr Jones organises the rental lease and all is soon sorted out. They pay rent through one of the local real estate agents, just to keep it all tidy.

The next weekend is the funeral. Lots of people from Dad's work, my work - both of them, the bridge club - nearly the full membership, most of Mrs Miller's guests, even Dave turns up, Danny is on duty, but stops by towards the end. Aunt Vera has troubles with explaining it all to Betty and Jack, so I help her out. This helps me deal with my grief as well.

Every night I have one or two of the girls sleep with me. If I decide not to have sex during the night Nancy usually ends up in my bed; darned if I know how she knows which nights to sleep with me. Every day I wash all the girls and Alice. Linda even pops in for a wash by me now and then. Most nights I end up having sex with one or more of my lovers, to everyone's mutual pleasure. Three weeks later Alice shows me a doctor's certificate stating she's pregnant. Joan is shocked about how happy Alice is about being pregnant.

We do organise some weekends with Amanda and Sarah, but nothing as severe as their DVDs. Oh yes, they have a number of similar DVDs. They're very into BDSM, so every time they make a new DVD they give us a copy. For Christmas we give them some new form fitting leather outfits that we made for them out of fine chamois leather.

About a month after my court hearing Dave drops by one night to let me know the others involved in the robbery have been tried and sentenced. From the materials recovered in their residences and their confessions, a large number of crimes are cleared up. By the time the police prosecutor is finished with them they all end up with sentences of five to ten years in prison; despite the charge for Michael's death being reduced to involuntary manslaughter. Also gang related crime in the area is down to 30% of last year's figures.

Mr Jones starts the private law suit for damages against the driver of the other vehicle. The man is very angry when his insurance company refuses to fight it as they can see they'd lose. The out of court settlement is for them to pay all our legal costs and the taxes on our compensation payment. We get six million dollars in compensation; $2.5 million for Nancy, $2 million for Mary, and $1.5 million for me. I have it all put into an investment trust account when it comes through in mid December.

I have just over $750,000 available from Dad's superannuation and other insurance payouts. $600,000 of that is in a high interest account that requires a week's notice for withdrawals. These payments come through towards the end of November.

I tell the girls we're financially sound and we've won the court case, but don't tell them how much we get. I continue to work at my day job. We live off our allowances from the trust, putting my pay into the bank. I do go back to work for Mario and ask him to find a replacement as I need to spend more time with my sisters. He understands and finds a replacement by the end of November, I spend a week training him.

Next Few years

In February the next year the other driver loses his criminal case about the accident, not contesting the civil suit counts heavily against him as it shows his insurance company feels he was at fault. He appeals and fights it all he can. The legal costs are high, and he has to sell his business to pay for them. He ends up being sentenced to five years in prison and barred from ever owning a driver's licence again. He and his family are extremely upset about his sentence and how much it cost them. Mary, Nancy, and I aren't moved by their problems, not at all. We don't attend the court for the case, but rely on reports from Mr Jones.

In March of the next year we're able to set up the landing as our own private flat. My bedroom stays as it is, as does the girl's bedroom. We get another double bed for Linda's old room. Neither of the girls wants a room of their own, so Linda and Peter share the new double room. We set up Peter's old room as a lounge room with Aunt Vera's old TV. We still do most of our TV watching and sex parties in my room.

Alice gives birth to a healthy boy in June the next year and names him Robert. She's extremely happy to be a mother again. About two years later, at her request, I get her pregnant again and she has another son; naming him Henry. Being a mother really suits her. I also like caring for the children. Don't know how we'll handle this in the long term, but I'm listed as their father, so there'll be no issues if anything happens to Alice and I have to take over their care.

Peter and Linda get married in November the next year. They both continue to work and share a double room at Mrs Miller's,while they save up to buy a house. This is cheaper than renting a flat.

December of the next year I release Henry from being my slave. This is to enable him to go and live with Belinda full time. Most nights he sleeps on a small bed at the foot of her bed. They plan to get married after she finishes university.

Steve and Joan are living together and plan to get married when she finishes university.

Two years later Mary, Emily, and Harry finish school and go to work part time. Like me, they also do some part time studies towards the university courses they'd like to do. I pass my Higher School Certificate at the same time as they do.

On Nancy's sixteenth birthday she makes it clear I have to take her virginity. I try to argue with her, but Emily, Harry, Mary, and Alice all support her position. Also, I'm arguing more out of form than any real objection. They're all of legal age and on the pill, Nancy now has a roster of my bed mates so they all get equal time. She's taken on the job of family matriarch.

A few weeks after Nancy turned sixteen Tina turns sixteen years old. I'm a bit surprised to come home from working late to find her waiting in my bed with Nancy. Since it's a Friday night, they double team me all night. I don't complain, nor do they; it's an exhausting but fun night.

University

Four years after my parents died Nancy graduates from high school and we go to university together. We look at all the universities and make a joint decision to go to a rural based university. This is based on the quality of the courses they provide in the various careers we're looking at as a group. The one we choose also has a very good technical college in the same city. We sign up as a group; Mary, Nancy, Emily, Harry, Tina, and myself. We attend as full fee paying students as this gives us much more flexibility in regards to class attendance and marks requirements, you can't lose your place for not meeting the government level of marks if they're not paying for your place or fees.

We'll be away for six years, four year degree courses plus two year masters courses. We book rooms in one of the university dormitory blocks. They have a number of accommodation blocks that house different numbers of students; six, eight, ten, or twenty students to a block. Most are spread across one section of the campus, like a small housing estate of accommodation blocks. Some units are furnished, most are semi furnished; we get an unfurnished unit.

We ask for and are assigned a building that's like a small house with six bedrooms and two bath rooms. It has a common lounge room, kitchen, laundry, and dinette. Each bedroom has enough room for a desk or study unit in it and plenty of space left over. We bring our own furniture down to furnish the house, buying the few extra items we need, like more beds and desks.

The building entrance is in the middle and opens into one end of the large lounge room. The front of the house has two bedrooms on either side of the lounge room, giving five rooms that make up the whole front of the house. There are two short hallways leading off it towards the ends of the house. At the end of each hallway are the doors to the two bedrooms across the front of the house, the door to the bedrooms that run across the ends of the house, and the door to the bathroom for that end of the house. Thus giving privacy for people dashing between the bathroom and their bedroom, only a couple of paces. Between the bathrooms is the laundry, the dinette, and the kitchen. The dinette opens directly off the lounge room and has no wall, the kitchen is 'U' shaped to the right of the dinette, and the laundry opens off the left of the dinette; with the back door from the laundry leading out to a yard.

The block is an older unit, about twenty years old. It was built as a trial unit of the new style blocks of small groups on a small corner of land near two large multi story dormitories. Due to changes in minimum housing standards the two large dormitories have been demolished. There are plans to build new blocks like our one in the cleared space, but the university management are still having heated discussion about it as some wish to construct a hotel style block in the space. The result is our building has nothing near it for over four hundred metres in any direction, so we're fairly isolated. This means we don't get complaints about loud music or TV, we don't mind. Our three cars sit in the nearby car park nearly all the time, as we only use them to go into the city for major shopping trips or nights out and everything else is within easy walking distance. Walking about the university keeps us fit. The food hall is north of us and the main block of class rooms are east, west of us is the university fence and farm land beyond that, while south of us is a road, a large car park, and a little used university sports oval, with farmland beyond that.

Moving In

Monday morning we arrive at the university house and the girls start arguing over who'll have the front rooms. I leave them to fight it out and direct the furniture movers to place my stuff in the back bedroom on the left. I've my bunk bed, my fancy cupboard, a new computer desk, a new credenza like book case, and a chest of drawers for clothes. We spend about half an hour getting me shifted in and set up. The girls are still having a heated discussion, so I leave them to it and move Tina's gear into the back room on the right hand side of the house. I give Nancy and Mary the two front rooms on the right, Nancy nearest the lounge room; while Harry and Emily get the two front rooms on the left (nearest me), with Emily nearest the lounge room. That way the two rooms that'll be used the least are beside the lounge room; I don't expect Mary or Emily to ever sleep in their own beds unless we have guests staying overnight. Nice name plates are placed on each bedroom door and I tip the furniture movers $50.00 each for helping me to set the rooms up. Shaking my head, I approach the girls. They've been standing in the middle of the lounge room arguing for three and a half hours. I say, with a groan, "I'm hungry, lets go get some lunch." They turn and head out the door. I lock up the house as I shake my head and they continue their fight over who gets what room while we walk to the cars. We have two four door economy sedans and a ten seater Tarago van. They all pile in the back of the van, so they can continue their fight at close quarters. I'm amazed they didn't notice all the furniture being carried by. After all, they did move when we asked them to shift so we could put the lounge room furniture in place.

I'd been recommended to a pub on the northern edge of the city; so I drive there for our lunch, park, and lead the pack inside. We order and get our meals. They do a good feed, nicely done steaks and vegetables, all at a good price. I say, as we start to eat, "You can stop playing games and pretending to argue. The furniture movers and I have already unloaded all the furniture and put it all away. You just have to unpack your boxes of clothes etc. now." They all stop and look at me a bit sheepishly. I draw a quick map of the house on a napkin and mark who has which rooms, they all smile at me.

After lunch we go to the administration building and finish the signing in processes. The official start of courses is next week, we're early so we can spend time getting to know the area. The person processing our paperwork warns us the last people to live at that house had problems with people stealing things. With the paperwork finished, we go back to the house, and find someone's been into the house while we were away. Nothing stolen, but the boxes of clothes opened and searched. I leave the girls to put their clothes away and go down to the university security office.

At the security centre I tell them about the unauthorised entry. They confirm the issues with the previous two sets of students in the house, and that they've tried to keep an eye on it, but hadn't caught anyone. I thank them and leave them to their work. At the public phone outside I use the phone book to identify and call a local locksmith, they'll come straight out and change all the locks. I also contact Telstra and have the telephone connected with high-speed broadband Internet. I ring Peter and ask him to visit on the weekend to do some work for me. He now works for a company that installs data cables and concealed security systems, we'll see if we can find out who these people are.

The locksmith replaces all the exterior locks with high quality latching deadlocks and installs window locks on all the windows. I also have him cover the windows with a security film. This special plastic film is glued onto the inside of the glass; it makes it extremely hard to break the window as the film requires special tools to cut and the glass stays stuck to it, even after it's broken. This film also acts to reduce heat transfer through the glass and makes it much harder for people to look in the windows. It's not cheap, but worth it for the security. Together, we do an inspection of the interior and exterior of the building. Every sheet of glass is covered with film, every opening window has a lock, both exterior doors have quality locks and are good solid wood doors with sound door frames. The roof is a coloured sheet iron that's bolted down, and the brick walls have no other holes - except small ones for the pipes. The house is as secure as we can make it. He makes extra copies of the keys for us, the locks are all keyed alike so we only need the one key each, and I get two spares which I place in my special cupboard. The key for the university security centre is placed in an envelope which both the locksmith and I sign after it's sealed. We'll know if they use that key. I pay the locksmith and take the sealed key to the security centre. They smile,when I tell them what I've done. Short of hiring a live in guard, we've done all we can to improve security at this time.

Back to the house and finish unpacking. Everything is packed and put away by 5.15 pm. We leave the house, lock up, and go to the van. Driving into the city, we stop for dinner at a different eatery, then go shopping for groceries. Returning to our new home about 7.45 pm.

Approaching the front door with our groceries, I notice the new lock has some scratches on it. I put my load down and give the door and lock a close examination. Yes, someone has tried to enter the house while we were shopping. There are scratches on the lock where they tried to put a key in and it wouldn't fit as it has a different blank to the old key. I walk around the building and see signs of where they tried to enter through some of the windows, they also tried the back door. I smile as I return to the front and unlock the door. We're quick to carry our groceries in.

While the girls put them away I stand outside and try to see where someone could be watching the house from. Plenty of places about four hundred to seven hundred metres away, the other accommodation blocks all have a good view of our front door, and lots of bushes and shrubs to hide behind as well. I go back inside and call the security centre to tell them of my discovery. They're happy my new security measures work.

Nancy insists we have to 'christen' each of the bedrooms. We start the night by taking turns to have short sexual encounters with each other in each other's bedroom until we've all had sex with each of the others in their own room and our own room. We undress and move as a group from room to room, the room's occupant lies on their bed and we take turns having sex with them. Even though we only have five minutes each for each encounter, it's a long and tiring three hours. But it's great fun and really enjoyed by all.

It's been a long and tiring day for me, so while the girls are ready to watch TV or have some real fun, I call it a night. It's OK for them, they didn't help carry all the furniture in, I did. They settle down to watch my digital TV, since we're the only ones here I set it up in the lounge room. We gave Aunt Vera's TV to Peter and Linda as an engagement gift, we don't need it and they needed one. It saves them some money.

After a nice hot bath with lots of muscle relaxant, I climb into bed. I'm almost asleep when I feel the sheets move and a warm body snuggles up to me. A pair of arms go around me as a nice pair of small breasts push against my back. I figure it's Tina, as she also went to have a bath when I started mine, and the body smells 'just washed.'

Three times during the night we wake up and make love. In the morning Tina wakes me by rolling me onto my back and making use of my morning woody. A lovely way to wake up is having someone you love fucking you.

We spend the rest of the week wandering about and learning where everything is on campus and in the city. We also spend a lot of time making love. Late Friday night Peter and Linda arrive.

Saturday

When Peter and Linda surface, we'd put them in Harry's room and she slept with me, I soon put Peter to work wiring the house up for me. He brought his work van down as it has everything we need.

Telstra connected the phone and our Internet access during the week. I want Peter to install two local area networks (LANs). The first will have a patch panel in a data cupboard in the kitchen. It's for the Internet access and the modem / router with firewall and Network Address Translation. They'll be in the same cupboard as a fast Ethernet switch, one gigabit per second. Each bedroom has two double outlets, a double outlet in the kitchen, two double outlets in the dinette, and three double outlets in the lounge room. This'll give us all easy access to the Internet and allow us to have others over for LAN game parties. The second LAN will have a set of Ethernet cables that'll drop into my room and plug into a specially set up computer in my security cupboard, it's secured to a brick wall here. The computer is a server quality quad processor system with several very large hard drives and an external DVD burner with a stack feed. It'll have a network interface card for each cable and will store all the data received. This fancy unit will be receiving input from the mini-cameras spread around the house; two in each bedroom, bathroom, and the dinette, one in each hallway, kitchen, and laundry, with four in the lounge room. The cameras are very high quality security units that recess into the wall and aren't noticeable, they'll feed sight and sound to the computer. The special software will only save the input to storage when it detects movement in the image from that camera or sound above a certain level. The system is set up to save the images and sound to the hard drives,and to also transfer those images to the DVD burner when the drives reach 75% of their capacity. Each of our computers also has a web cam that'll record movement in our rooms. We'll now get images of anyone who does manage to break in.

When Peter opens the manhole into the ceiling he finds a built in step ladder that folds down to allow access. Upon examination of the ceiling cavity we find the ceiling has boards down and several boxes placed in storage there. We get them all out and examine the contents.

They all appear to belong to the same person, as they have labels on them. I ring campus security and find out the owner was a student three years back who died in a car accident. Security have some details for the family and offers to ring them, they'll have them phone us. We put the boxes aside in a corner to wait until the family contacts us.

We have another revelation when Peter starts lifting the boards to lay conduit for the data cables. He finds some plastic bags of a white powder. We don't touch them, and I call campus security again.

They soon arrive and visually examine the bags without touching them. They call the police. The police do a quick test and determine the bags contain cocaine, about four and half kilograms worth; that's a lot of money involved there. The Scene of Crime people check the place for finger prints and the police take the bags away. But only after lifting all the boards and insulation to make sure there's no more drugs in the ceiling. I also get them to do a thorough check of the rest of the house to confirm it's clean. They're a amused by my concern, but understand it. I don't want to get charged for someone else's crimes.

Peter is about to start again when I declare it's lunchtime. He says, "A whole morning's work, and not a thing done." We all laugh and agree with him. We lock up the house and go to the pub for lunch. It's a good lunch. When we return to the house we find more evidence of someone having tried to enter, they also tried to open Peter's work van, but he has special security locks on that, so they didn't get in.

Because of the attempts on Peter's van, we expand the security to include cameras in the roof, one covering the front yard with another one covering the back yard and a telephoto one focused on our cars.

Peter and I spend the afternoon laying the conduit and the cables while Linda spends the time with the girls. Once all the cables are set out he installs the patch panel and the outlets. I put RJ45 connectors on the security runs and the patch cables for the LAN, and test the finished cables. When the panel and the switch are ready, I plug in all the switch connections, all the panel links, and one to the modem / router, it's already attached to the telephone line. I turn the modem / router and the switch on. The outlet in my room is the first one Peter wires up after the panel. Once he's checked it's working properly I open my computer and access the modem / router. Once logged in, I enter the details to connect to the Internet, setting up the security and routing features. Peter comes back to check I've done it right, as he's already done a computing certificate IV course that covers this stuff as part of his job. By dinner time all the outlets are installed and tested, including their ability to access the Internet. Linda did that using one of the laptop computers, we each have a desktop and laptop computer. All the desktops have large hard drives and DVD burners. We break for dinner after Peter gets the three external cameras installed and confirms they're working. He doesn't want to do any roof work after dinner, and he wants to cover his van while we're gone. He also checks the security computer is functioning right before we leave, it's all OK.

We bathe and dress nicely as we're having dinner at one of the better restaurants in the city, one of the up market ones. During dinner we talk about our courses. Peter is working on a diploma in information technology, Linda is working on a marketing and sales degree (she's completed her hospitality diploma), while we're about to start our diplomas. Mary and Tina are doing accounting degrees, Nancy is doing a business management degree, Emily is doing a degree in computer science, while Harry and I are doing information technology degrees. The computer science degree is a lot more theoretical than the hands on information technology degrees. Also we're all doing extra subjects at the technical college. Both Harry and I will be doing a lot of the stuff to do with hardware and software, but Harry will be doing much more on computer graphics while I'll be covering computer administration and networking. I suggest we should set up our own business, hiring Peter and Linda when we're ready. We all laugh, but I can see Nancy thinks it's a good idea, so do I. Between us we'll have all the skills we'll need to run a business. After a nice dinner we go home.

Peter sets to work installing the rest of the cameras, doing the bedrooms first. I check what we have on the computer. It shows three young men approaching the house, they try to enter the van, and check the house locks. I get some good shots of them as they first enter the camera's view and make some stills of them. Putting those images on a USB thumb drive, I take them to my computer and print them out on my colour printer. I'll know these people when I next meet them. By 9.30 pm all the cameras are installed and active. I sit at the security computer and watch what's going on in the house as I flick from camera to camera, all are recording properly with high quality images.

On Peter's advice I obtain anti-theft security patches for the high value objects in the house, the computers, TV, sound system, DVD player, microwave, switch, and modem / router. He programs and installs them. These devices are loaded with the details of the legal owner and have low powered tracking beacons that can be activated by remote signal. If you try to sell a unit with one of these attached, you better be able to prove you're the legal owner.

Peter gives me a bill for all the parts, work, and double the fuel to get here; I write a cheque for him. The deal Peter worked with his boss is I'll pay for the fuel, parts, Peter's work, and he'll get time in lieu later. This saves me a bit on travel time costs.

With the work all done we sit down and watch a movie. When we go to bed Emily joins me so Peter and Linda can use her room.

Sunday Surprises

I'm in the middle of giving everyone their morning wash when the phone rings. After talking on the phone, Nancy tells me the family of the dead student will be coming down to collect his things, and they should arrive just after lunch.

After the baths I take the photos from yesterday to the campus security people and tell them how I came by the photos. They can't identify the people, but they'll keep an eye out for them.

We spend the morning chatting as I prepare a nice lunch. We can all cook, Alice saw to that, but I'm the better cook, so I'm doing the roast today as we have guests. The good side is the meal will be perfect, the down side is it takes a lot of work to prepare it just right. I'm doing a roast leg of lamb with beans, carrots, baked pumpkin, and baked potato; waffles with ice cream for dessert. By the time the food's half cooked the rest are wandering in and out of the kitchen, drooling with anticipation as the cooking smells are wafting through the house. We enjoy a lovely lunch. Afterwards I help Peter pack his tools and gear away while Linda packs their bags. They're ready to leave and are having a final cup of hot chocolate when our other guests arrive.

After we introduce ourselves and sit the Manning family down with cups of hot chocolate, Peter explains about finding the boxes. Peter and Linda leave soon after that, as he wants to get home before dusk. We move the boxes over to the Manning family and they open them. Their daughter, Debbie, starts crying when she sees what's in the first one. She turns to her parents, "I told you he'd never throw them away." She turns to us, "These are all the things Edward bought or won when he took me to a fair or amusement park when I was small." It appears there was several years difference in their ages and she adored her older brother while he doted on her. These things will bring back many happy memories for them, these are family treasures they thought lost; no monetary value, but well beyond any price to them. All the boxes are full of such items, including many packets of photos. We're very happy to be able to return the items to them.

They take their time carefully going through the boxes. Hours later, as I notice it's getting dark, I look at Nancy. She speaks to Mary, who grabs Harry, and they start cooking a simple dinner for everyone. The smell of cooking steak is soon noticeable, and everyone looks up.

Mr Manning looks out the window, "Hell, it's gone dark. We better get organised and get dinner, then find somewhere to stay. I'm not going to try driving tonight, not after all this."

Nancy says, with a smile, "We've already got steak on for your dinner, and you can stay here tonight. We all have double beds, so a couple of us can double up and you can use their rooms."

They start to argue about imposing on us. I speak up, "I'll go check on dinner. Let me know if you win this argument with Nancy, I'd like to know how it's done, as I've never won one."

They stop and look at me, Debbie and Mrs Manning laugh. They agree to stay the night, heading home tomorrow after a good night's rest. Dinner is lovely, and they spend the evening talking about Edward. Nancy and Debbie spend a lot of time talking together, and I notice Debbie keeps glancing at me. At one point Mr Manning says, "Thanks for being so understanding about all this. It really means a lot to us, although I doubt you realise how much it does mean to us to be happily reminded of Edward and have these mementos."

Nancy replies, "I think we do, and Rob more than the rest of us. When our parents were killed in a car accident four years ago, he couldn't grieve properly for some days, he had to see that everything got done and we got looked after right. It was a few days before he had a good cry, brought on by a birthday gift Mum couldn't deliver now. I don't know how we'd have managed without him taking over the role of mother and father as well as big brother. He even delayed his going to university until we could all go together." I sit there on the lounge blushing as she and Mary give me a double hug.

Mrs Manning says, "I think you do know how much these things mean to us. And I think you know how much your understanding and help today means as well. Thank you." I give her a half smile and nod.

Soon after that we break up for baths and beds. Nancy puts Mrs and Mrs Manning in Tina's room to give them some privacy, and Debbie gets Nancy's room. Nancy and Tina move into Emily's room while Mary moves in with Harry and Emily moves into my room, all three guests smile at the shuffle board. This allows them one end of the house to themselves.

Emily and I enter my room, to get undressed and ready for a bath. Nancy goes and knocks on the door to her normal bedroom as she needs her robe. She's gone a lot longer than it takes to grab a robe. I'm showing the rest of the girls into the bathroom when Nancy and Debbie enter the hall. Nancy is wearing her robe and carrying her favourite vibrator / dildo.

Debbie motions to the dildo, "Uhm, are those things any good?"

Nancy replies, with a smile, "Not as good as Rob, but they do help."

Debbie says, wide eyed, "I though Emily was Rob's girlfriend."

Nancy responds, with a huge grin, "Yes, she is, and I think they'll get married some day. But he keeps us all well fucked. We're like one big happy family. You know, like one of those old Bible families, one man and several wives. Emily likes watching Rob fuck other girls. Actually, we all do. Tina keeps her pussy shaved as it makes her look very young, and that adds to the fun." Debbie stands there blushing as she opens her mouth to speak, and closes it without saying a word. Nancy grins, "I got this for later. Why don't you join us for a bath."

Debbie stammers, "Us?"

Nancy waves at the group entering the bathroom, "Yes, us. Robs washes us most nights, it's fun."

Debbie thinks for a moment, and nods. Nancy leads her to our bathroom. Debbie calls out, "Mum, I'm going to have a bath in the other one, so you and Dad take your time in this one." Her mother agrees.

We have a very crowded bathroom as I run the hot water. It's so crowded with the seven of us we have to remove our robes in relays. Tina and I get undressed first, with Debbie watching me very close. I put a dick clamp on and get in the bath. Tina climbs in and makes a point of being obvious about sitting on my dick. I sigh as she does. She's very petite, with her shaven pussy she looks very much like a twelve or thirteen year old girl and not her full eighteen years of age.

I'm not over large, but I'm solidly built and my body is nearly twice as wide as hers. She's the only woman I've had sex with whose cervix is hit well before our groins meet. It's a good thing Tina's into pain, as she just loves pushing herself that little extra, and she enjoys the pain of it. Mary, Emily, and Harry are getting undressed as Debbie watches Tina mount me. Nancy says, "Tina's so small that he more than fills her up. Look how much is still to go, and he's right up against her cervix now." Debbie licks her lips.

Tina smiles at Debbie and blows her a kiss, "Rob, dear, now pull me all the way on, please." Tina's back is against my chest, and I still have a couple of finger widths of dick to go. I watch Debbie as I reach around Tina to run my hands up her body as I fondle her breasts then grab her shoulders. Getting a good hold, I pull her down, with a slow and steady pressure. Debbie licks her lips as she watches me slowly vanish into Tina. I smile with the joyous feeling of her. She says, "Damn, that hurts, and it's so good. I'm coming already." It's clear she enjoys the situation, as do I. looking up, I see everyone is naked and Nancy is fondling Debbie's breasts while Emily is caressing he, as Debbie breaths heavy. Leaning Tina back against my chest, I pick up the soap and start to wash her body, fondling her breasts as I do. Mary climbs into the bath and sits at the other end. She starts washing Tina's legs. With the front washed, I lean Tina forwards as I wash her back. Mary takes her weight and fondles her breasts. I lift Tina up and slide her down the bath. Mary takes her weight and lowers her back into the water so I can wash her hair. With that done, Tina stands and gets out. I proceed to wash Harry, Emily, Mary, and Nancy in the same manner, to everyone's mutual pleasure. The watchers really enjoy the watching too.

Nancy waves Debbie to take a turn in the bath and she backs away. I stand and step out of the bath. The room isn't big and it's very crowded, so she hasn't much room to back away in. She backs into Harry, who reaches around and starts fondling her breasts. I step right up to Debbie and slide my right leg between hers as I slip my arms around her to cup a bum cheek in each palm. Her eyes go wide as I pull her body towards me while I move my leg to my right and slide my left leg between her legs. She's now angled back a little with her legs either side of my thighs, and our groins touching as we rub against each other. I hold her tight against me. Looking down into her eyes, I smile at her. She's such a petite girl, shorter and of lighter build than Tina, with such small breasts. I first took her to be about ten or twelve. I was very surprised when her parents told me she turned sixteen years old two months back. Her body isn't in the same proportions as most people, as her legs are over long for her body and her chest is shorter than normal. So while the height of our groins are close in height, almost level, her head is level with my chest and rests upon my sternum.

I lift her up until the top of her head is just under my jaw while my hands cup her bum cheeks and press her hard against me, rubbing our bodies together. She moans as my lifting her up stimulates her. I stop when I'm at her entrance. Her head is turned to the side and she's looking at Tina, as Tina says, "You knew this was where you were headed when you walked in here. What's the problem?"

I feel her mouth move against my chest, and guess she's biting her lip as she almost whispers, "I'm a virgin."

Tina smiles, "Not for long now, and you'll be happy about that. He's good with virgins, I know, he was my first and I had none of the problems the other girls at school complained of with their firsts."

Feeling a hand on me, I guess Tina or Debbie is making sure I'm lined up for a proper entry. Slowly, very slowly, I lower Debbie down onto me. I feel a barrier, and know her hymen's still intact, so I keep the majority of her weight in my arms. She's small and not all that heavy, but she's still a fair weight, a dead weight. I have her whole weight in my arms with just my hands stopping her from falling with the full speed of gravity. Her hymen tries to deny my entry. I keep up the slight pressure, and Debbie gives a small squeal as her hymen gives. I lower her as her arms go up and around my neck to hold on.

Our groins meet and I stand there holding her for a few minutes, before I start to lift and lower her. I go slow, taking about ten minutes to lift and lower her several times. With each movement her body is more receptive as she accepts me and we have a slow fuck. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Nancy and Emily directing the others out of the room. Very soon it's just Emily, Debbie, and me in the room.

I keep fucking Debbie as we speed up. She's soon moaning a bit, so I go faster. She moans into my chest, "Hmm, yeesss," as her body shakes with her pleasure. Deciding I need to move this to the bedroom, I nod at the door and turn towards it while continuing to raise and lower Debbie. Emily unlocks and opens the door, to find Mrs Manning standing in the doorway about to knock on the door. Her eyes go very wide, and her face is expressionless as she steps back out of our way.

Being careful to keep Debbie's face turned away from her mother, I take her to my bedroom. I take care as I climb onto the bed and lower her to the bed. Emily follows us and slides a thick pillow under Debbie's hips while I hold her up off the bed. With the bed to support us both, I use a faster rhythm. Debbie responds with more moaning, and occasional comments of approval as her body writhes in pleasure. I concentrate on pleasuring Debbie, slowing down only when she stops to respond and her eyes look very glazed. Stopping all movement, I withdraw. She lies there with a huge grin as she stares up. I look up, to see both her parents standing in the doorway, very aroused.

I nod at Emily, and she leads them into the room to join us on the bed for a nice session of group sex, thoroughly enjoyed by everyone. Quite sometime later I lead Debbie back to the bathroom for her bath, we have to run more hot water. As I finish with her Mrs Manning climbs in for her bath. After washing her I get out and let Mr Manning in for a bath with his wife.

That night I sleep between Debbie and Emily. Waking early in the morning, I give them both a good fucking before we get up for a bath, get dressed and breakfast.

Start of Studies


Mrs Manning says as we eat breakfast, "The rates here can't be beat, but the entertainment service is absolutely perfect." We all laugh. After breakfast the Manning family heads off home and we head for our first classes of the semester.

We fast settle into the campus lifestyle by setting up class and study patterns. Many of us have shared classes and take them together. We soon develop friendships with the other students in all our classes and set up study patterns with all our new friends as well.

Soon we have a simple routine built around our class schedules - class, study, research, meals and fun. With shopping and some nights out on the weekends.

Trouble

Near the end of the first term, about two weeks before the mid semester break, I'm in our house alone, watching TV when one of the other students from one of my classes turns up at 9.30 am with some of her house mates; including her older sister, Janice. The rest of my gang are away at classes. I have no classes today, as this morning's usual two hour lecture was cancelled and my house mates are all busy until late afternoon. Janice, the sister of my class mate, Paula, and the third girl, Michelle, look vaguely familiar, but I can't place them at all. Janice is a third year student while Paula and Michelle are first year students.

Paula wants to discuss part of yesterday's lecture, to make sure she understood it. Since the first week she's been talking the lectures over with me, but this is the first time she's gone to the trouble of chasing me down at home to do it. She says she has only a little while to study the lecture before the three of them are off to do some shopping in the city. I offer them all drinks and set the others down to watch TV while Paula and I go through the lecture. We talk about the lecture for about half an hour, and I start to feel sleepy. I wake up about six hours later when Mary and Tina arrive home at 4.00 pm.

Shaking my shoulder, Mary laughs, "Wake up, sleepy head, time to get organised for tonight." I give her a blank stare for a moment, I can remember sitting there discussing things with Paula, but nothing after that. Shaking my head, I stand; my mouth tastes funny and is very dry, I'm very thirsty and I'm on the couch in just a track suit. My last memory is of wearing shirt and pants while sitting at the dinner table.

With a shocked expression I look at the girls and get a cold can of drink before heading for my room. The bed is messed up and some cords are tied to the frame in a few places. I see my keys hanging our of the special cupboard door, I never leave them there. The girls know this too, and look at them in shock. Lucky for us, about a month after we moved in I added some more security measures. The cupboard now needs a ten digit code number entered into the panel inset on the cupboard's side as well as the keys before it'll open. Also in my bedroom I installed another four motion activated cameras, very high definition digital cameras to record our games nights, as they usually take place on my bed. These cameras are in very discrete places; one is mounted in the back corner of the bed just under the bunk, and it can't be seen; one is above the door and aimed at the bed; one is on top of the cupboard; and the fourth is mounted on top of the wall clock on the wall opposite the cupboard. Thus I have an angle from each wall. The cameras are very small and not at all obvious as they feed their images and sounds back to the computer in the cupboard.

Entering the code number, I open the cupboard and bring up the images of the security camera in the lounge room, starting at 9.00 am that day. We all pull up chairs and watch the recording. After seeing what that shows, I check the cameras for the dinette, hallway, and my bedroom. Everything that happened is very well recorded. I copy the drugging of my drink onto a DVD. Getting up, I go back to the dinette. Still sitting on the table is the can of drink I had earlier; it's warm, but still about a quarter full. I take care to cover the top with a seal and put it aside.

Picking up the phone, I call Danny Williams, "Danny, Rob, I have reason to believe I've been slipped a Mickey Finn. I still have some of the drink I think was drugged. Can you recommend someone who can analyse the remains and tell me what may be in it?"

"Shit, how the hell did that happen? OK, I know, you won't tell me, I know you. I don't know anyone down your way. Give me your number and I'll call a few people. Someone'll call you."

Just before 5.00 pm I get a phone call from a local woman. She's had a call from a friend who'd been called by Danny. "Hello, I'm Marilyn de Forrester, an analytical chemist. I'm told you have a drink you suspect has been drugged and wish to know what the substance was. Is that right? Do you know when it was administered, and do you have a reasonable sample of it?"

"Yes, I do. It was placed in a can of drink about 9.30 this morning and I have about a quarter of the can still unconsumed." She gives me an address about twenty minutes away, and tells me to come straight over to her. Mary drives as I don't want to take any risk driving due to the suspected drugs.

Arriving at Marilyn's labs I hand over the can of drink as she has her assistant take a blood sample. She pours the drink into a beaker and places some into test tubes before shining a light into the can. Grinning, she uses a swab to get a sample of some residue in the bottom of the can. In response to her questions, I speak of this morning's meeting and how we have the house wired with security cameras, so I know exactly what time the drink was drugged as I got my lecture notes, and when I passed out. I also show her the DVD with the recording of the drug being put in the drink. She plays it on her system and enhances the image of the tablets themselves. She notes everything down. During all this, she and her two assistants are running a battery of tests on the materials they have. We're there quite some time. She also has an assistant take another blood sample from me at thirty minute intervals until she has five samples. They all get a full work up. She explains how reviewing the breakdown of the drugs in my blood system can help with identifying some of the components. Once she gives approval for me to eat, Mary rings up to order several pizzas to be delivered, and we all eat when they arrive, including Marilyn and her assistants.

Just after 8.00 pm she approaches me with a clipboard full of notes. "We haven't been able to positively identify every chemical in the substance put into your drink. But we have been able, through the various tests, to identify enough to be extremely sure we can name the specific drugs you were given. As you could see in the video, they dropped three tablets into the drink. We're now sure that two were one drug and the third was another. Combined, they have a very interesting effect. One, they put you to sleep for a short while. Two, they make you like a zombie for about four hours. Three, they make you horny as hell. Four, they give you an erection that won't go down for about four hours. Five, after about four hours of wakefulness you'll go back to sleep for a short while. Six, you won't remember a thing about what happened during that period. Seven, if you drive within thirty-six hours of being drugged you'll get charged if tested. If you'd waited until tomorrow morning to come to us, there would've been nothing identifiable to find in your system and the little left in the drink wouldn't have been enough to give us a clear identification as the chemicals would've all broken down by then. Here's a full written report of our findings." She hands me a formal report, with an account.

Drawing out my cheque book, I write a cheque for the bill; nearly four thousand dollars. Considering the time etc., I think it's cheap for the service done. I hand the cheque over, "Is there a drug or something I can take to counter act this thing if they try this again?"

She hands the cheque to an assistant to process, "There's nothing that'll stop all the effects. But I can give you a prescription for two drugs that taken together,within an hour of them drugging you again, will counteract the effects except points three and four. In effect, you'll be horny as hell and have a dick that won't go down for hours, but you'll remember it all. It'll appear as if you're under their control, but you'll still have full control of yourself. I think you can manage to turn that into a serious surprise for them." She writes the prescriptions, "I do hope that cheque is good. You seem such nice people and I'd hate to turn our debt collection people loose on you."

I reply, with a laugh, "Yes, it's good. That's on our working account and it doesn't have much in it right now, only about a quarter million."

Marilyn looks up in surprise as Mary says, "When did we get that rich?" Marilyn gives her a strange look at that question.

"I suppose I should have told you and Nancy a bit more about our financial situation back then, but I didn't want to worry you at the time. I had a nice nest egg in the bank when Mum and Dad died. We got about seven hundred thousand bucks from their various insurances, then the compensations for their wrongful death was another six million. It's been well invested and I've been letting it sit while we live on part of the interest; the trust is now worth around nine million or so. I keep around three hundred thousand in the working account, just in case we need something expensive done. That's why we're full fee paying students and not dependent upon the government restrictions."

Mary laughs, "All this time we've been careful with our spending, thinking we're spending your salary. Now we're too well trained to go out and throw it about in a spending spree. You devious bastard. If I didn't love you so, I'd throttle you, brother."

Marilyn laughs as she hands me the prescriptions, and I say, "Mary, I'd rather no one knows how wealthy we are. Unless it's absolutely necessary to do so, like now. I've always told you we have enough money to do whatever we want, and that's true. You've all bought what you wanted and never wasted any money, so it doesn't matter, does it?"

She thinks about it, and nods agreement. We head home, Mary driving. The only stop being at a chemist to fill the prescriptions.

Saturday

After our morning baths and breakfasts we sit down to watch what happened on Friday properly. When we'd looked at it yesterday I played it at high speed, now we watch at normal speed and hear the talk. The viewing of the whole incident takes up most of the weekend, as we stop for food, drinks and sex while checking all available camera angles; seven in my room, two in the halls, two in the dinette, two in the bathroom, four in the lounge room, and one outside. I'll recount the incident as a narrator as I don't have any personal memory of it and that'll make it easier to mention what else is happening. I won't cover any conversations or actions that don't have a direct bearing on the troublesome events of that day, nor will I detail all of the instructions given to Rob and the girls, just describe what they do as a result of the instructions given by Janice.

Friday Replay

Just before 9.30 am Rob answers the front door and speaks to Paula, Janice, and Michelle; he lets them into the house. Janice and Michelle sit down in the lounge room and Paula sits at the dining table while he gets everyone a can of drink each. After taking a sip from his drink, he goes to his room for his class and lecture notes. While he's gone Janice dashes over and drops three tablets into his can of drink sitting on the table, before racing back to her seat. He and Paula start to discuss the notes, sipping their drinks as they talk. The other two watch TV.

About 9.50 am Rob starts to lean onto the table, and is soon asleep. Paula calls to Janice. Janice walks over to checks his eye movement and pulse. "He'll stir in about twenty minutes and then he'll be our absolute zombie slave for about four hours. He'll be horny as hell and won't lose his erection while we play. Go get the cameras and we'll get set up." Michelle and Paula dash outside to the car they came in and bring back two boxes of gear.

They set up tripods and cameras in the lounge room and around Rob's bed. Janice notices the secured cupboard, "I wonder what's in here?" They look around and find his keys; they try them, but the cupboard won't open. Michelle notices and points to the number pad on the side. Janice swears, "What's in here must be worth a lot to go to such security measures. Shame we can't open it." They turn away and walk out of the room, leaving the keys in the lock.

Back to the lounge room, and they carry Rob to the lounge. They set up three wine glasses and a bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of the lounge. Paula and Michelle sit on the lounge beside Rob and Paula pours wine into the glasses. By the label it's a good Riesling, a still white wine.

Rob stirs and they wait a moment until he's fully awake. Janice walks over and slips her hand into his pants. Smiling as she adjusts his stiff dick to be a lot more obvious to anyone looking. She hands him two white tablets and steps back behind the camera to turn it on and focus it on them.

A moment later Paula leans down to her bag and Michelle leans over as well, as if she's watching what Paula is doing. Rob leans forward and drops the tablets in the wine. The girls sit up, drink their wine, and soon pretend to be drowsy. Rob has a big smile, moves over and undoes their blouses and bras. He fondles their breasts, one hand to each girl. Both girls smile and writhe a little. Kneeling in front of Michelle, Rob undoes her skirt and opens it wide. He slides the blouse and bra down her arms; pulls her forward and slips the clothes off her. He takes every opportunity to caress her body and feel her up. Michelle is writhing and moaning. He slides her panties down and spreads Michelle's legs very wide, rubbing her as he does. The camera has a very good shot of her. He stops, picks her up, and carries her to the hall. Janice stands and walks in front of him to the bedroom. Entering the room, she goes to the camera near the far wall and turns it on. Rob walks in, carrying Michelle.

He lays her on the bed, across it. Takes the cords from the table and ties her hands and feet to the posts at the corners of the bed. Michelle looks as if she doesn't really understand what's going on, acting as if she's drugged. She's now spread eagled on the bed and can't move. He runs his hands over her and feels her up again. He stands and leaves the room. Janice turns the camera off and follows him.

Racing back into the lounge room, Janice watches him strip Paula. After he's got her naked, spending some time playing with her, he carries her to the bedroom.

Janice races ahead to turn on the camera in the bedroom. From her actions it's clear she doesn't want to risk being seen in the camera's field of view at any time.

Rob walks in, lays Paula on the floor, and uses cords to tie her legs to the bed posts, with her head out in the middle of the floor. He ties her hands together above her head. Both girls start to stir and act as if a mild drug is wearing off. They start to struggle, Rob starts to slowly undress while he leers at them. In a few minutes both girls are staring at him as if he's about to kill them while he's standing over them.

Rob walks over to Janice and she refocusses the camera onto Paula. She moves around the room keeping out of the camera focus, and starts the other camera, focussing it on Paula, she takes Rob with her. She leaves him at the second camera and moves to the chair in the corner. Taking off her dress, she strips and sits in the chair with her legs spread, masturbating as she watches and issues orders to Rob.

Rob walks over to Paula, kneels down and slips a pillow under her hips before he finger fucks her to a few orgasms. Moving over her body, he lays on her. He leans down and forces her mouth open as he kisses her. During the kiss he pulls his hips back and enters her. She goes stiff with the penetration. He fucks her hard, fast, and furious. After thirty minutes of fucking her Janice says, "Very nice show, I really enjoyed that. Now get right up her and fill her up."

Paula screams "No, I've been off the pill taking antibiotics for the last six weeks, I may get pregnant." She starts to cry as Rob thrusts forward hard and she can feeling him filling her with his sperm.

Janice replies, "This'll pay you back for all those times you told Mum on me. Also getting pregnant to him will help with our little scam. And it means you can't back out now, you have to play along to get the money to care for your child. Oh, don't worry too much, you'll get pregnant. Both of you will. Those are fertility drugs you've both been taking for the last six weeks, not antibiotics like you think." Paula is crying while Michelle is struggling hard against her bonds. "That's it, fight, make it look more like he's raping you and less like you planned to get him to fuck you." She laughs as Rob follows her orders and forces himself on the girls.

Pulling out of Paula, he stands and moves to the camera, Janice joins him and refocusses it onto the bed with Michelle. They move to the other camera and change its focus.

Moving to the bed, he climbs onto it and plays with Michelle's body. She's too frightened to really enjoy it, but her body responds to his manipulations. He moves further onto the bed and enters her, she heaves and struggles against him, but to no avail. He fucks her hard, fast, and furious for forty-five minutes. The action has its natural effect on the girl and she enjoys it despite herself. Janice says, "Rob, all the way in and fill her now." He thrusts hard and Michelle cries as he fills her with his sperm. Withdrawing, he walks around the bed.

He walks over to beside the camera. Janice joins him and refocusses the one nearest the window onto Paula, so each girl is now the sole focus of a camera. Each camera has a good angle on the girl for when he next has sex with her. Janice takes him back into the lounge room, turns that camera off, lies on the floor and has him enter her. He fucks her hard and fast, to her great pleasure. He withdraws, stands, helps her stand and they go back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom he moves straight to Paula. He mounts her, fucking her hard and fast for another forty minutes. She cries when he fills her again. Withdrawing from Paula, he moves to the bed to mount Michelle, fucking her hard for another forty minutes, she also cries when he fills her with sperm again. Both girls are now well loaded with his sperm.

Climbing off the bed, he unties Michelle's hands from the bed posts and ties them together. He releases her legs and rolls her over. She struggles very hard as he enters her to give her a hard arse fuck. Leaving her, he moves to Paula. As soon as he starts to undo her legs Paula starts to cry, as she knows what's next. She has no fight left in her as he rolls her over and enters her arse. Finishing with her, he goes to wash up.

As he returns, he's swaying a little. Janice swears. He releases the girls and leads them back to their clothes as Janice races ahead to turn the camera back on. He says, facing the camera, "Get dressed sluts. Don't even think of telling anyone about what happened. I have the films to put on the Internet if you do. Now go home, clean up, and be back here next weekend."

The girls walk to the door as he walks back past the camera. Janice turns it off and hands him a tracksuit to put on. No sooner has he put it on than he collapses on the lounge. Janice goes to the cameras and removes the recording tapes. She packs the cameras up into the boxes she brought them in.

As she returns to the lounge room with the camera gear from the bedroom Michelle and Paula walk back in. Both are very angry. Michelle goes to hit Janice, Janice blocks her blow and grabs her by the throat, "Bitch, you're my slave and fuck toy now, you'll do whatever I want. Or that film goes out for sale world wide, I have the contacts." Crying, both Michelle and Janice nod, pick up the gear, and leave.

Smirking, Janice looks down at Rob, "You fucked over my father and my future, now I'm fucking over yours. I'll love spending that compensation you got from Dad's insurance company, and you'll be my slave." Laughing, she leaves the house.

Planning

It's Sunday evening by the time we've finished watching all the camera angles and copying material to make a good DVD movie. We have numerous breaks for fucking while watching the recording, it's one hot sex film. I make a few copies as the girls agree this will make a lovely gift for many of our friends; Peter, Linda, Alice, Amanda, and Sarah.

We discuss the content of the extra comments by Janice. A quick check of the student register and some checks with the Department of Births, Deaths, and Marriages web site, and we learn Janice is the eldest daughter of the man who killed our parents while Paula is his other daughter. Michelle is Michelle Brown, younger sister to Michael Brown, deceased. Well, that explains why they're happy to get involved in this scam. Further checks of publicly accessible databases and we learn Janice's father is in a prison at a nearby town, while her mother is living in that town.

After hours of discussion we have no clear plan. But we all agree, no one is to eat or drink anything that's been out of our sight. We'll have to play things by ear next weekend, as it's obvious Janice has something planned.

Paula's Peril

During the week I act as if nothing happened, while Paula is very skittish in class and on the edge of tears all week. It's clear she's on the edge of a break down, or worse. She's in tears all through Friday's lecture and I can't take this any more. I take her by the hand and drag her to the campus counsellor. She doesn't even fight me or ask a thing.

At the counsellor's office I ask for an emergency meeting with the counsellor. Her secretary takes one look at Paula and tells us to wait. She sets about rescheduling some administrative appointments for the afternoon, to clear us lots of time.

On being shown into the counsellor's office Paula finally takes notice of where we are and gives me a strange look as she turns to leave. I just drag her to a chair and push her into it. Sighing, she sits down. The counsellor watches this with raised eyebrows.

I turn to the counsellor, "Excuse me, ma'am, if, during one of these counselling sessions someone told you of a serious crime they did, would you have to inform the authorities, even if the victim refuses to press any charges?" Paula is staring at me, very wide eyed while the counsellor is giving me a very strange and calculating look.

She stares,for a moment, "I'd have to interview the victim and be very convinced that they aren't under duress to not press charges, before I'd not tell the authorities. Everything told me in a counselling session is confidential, except where it relates directly to a felony. What sort of crime are we talking about?"

I turn to Paula, "I think you're very sorry about what you did last week and would like to apologise. I think that's what's been tearing you up inside all week, correct?" Eyes wide with fear, she nods. "She didn't lie, I don't actually remember a thing about what happened. But my house does have an extremely good video and sound recording security system. I have the entire day on record, from various angles." Paula's eyes go even wider, and she bursts into tears. "I realise you're as much a victim in this as I am, but I think you're so torn up by it you're contemplating suicide." She nods. "Would that be because you've used one of the new early detection pregnancy kits and it shows positive?" Another nod. "If, as I suspect, the child is mine, don't you think it wrong to kill it without even asking me how I feel about the situation and the future?"

Paula says, in tears, "I'm sorry, so sorry. I never thought it through when Janice asked me to help get back at you for what happened to our family. And after last Friday I've thought back over everything about that and since. I realised none of it was your fault, or your sisters'. The positive pregnancy test was just too much, I'll lose my place and not be able to get a decent education." She collapses into the chair.

I stand, pick her up, sit down, and pull her into my lap, cuddling her, "Nothing is beyond redemption yet. First, we have to get your brain working properly, then we sort out about what's happening with the child, followed by sorting out your education. And in the process we should sort out Janice as well." Turning to the counsellor, "Last Friday I was visited by Paula and two other female students. They drugged me and turned me into a stiff dicked zombie. They then set up cameras and filmed me as they directed a film in which I'm supposed to have drugged and raped Paula and another girl. The third, Paula's sister Janice, was the director and producer. It wasn't until after she had the other two girls tied down that she told them part of the plan was for them both to end up pregnant by me. She'd been secretly feeding them fertility drugs to assist in that. Paula is now torn apart by conflicting emotions on this. The core problem is her father is currently in prison for the negligent homicide of my parents. His insurance company paid my sisters and I well, and Janice is after that money."

Stunned, the counsellor says, "Paula, is all this true?"

Paula responds through sobs, "Yes, it is. And much more as well."

I add, "I've no intention of pressing charges as that'll hurt Paula and the other girl, but I do intend to deal with Janice properly. I won't hurt anything but her ego. I do need for Paula to get good counselling, and for her to vanish for a few days. Is there a good facility to hide her in?"

The counsellor looks at me for a moment, "No government ones that I know of. But I do know of a very good nursing home where I can place her for a few days and she'll get the best of counselling care. But it's not cheap, it's a private home run by a top counsellor."

I look at her, "Do you wish to start working with Paula here and now, or should we take her straight there? Do you want me in for the sessions?"

The counsellor replies as she stands, "Let's take her to the nursing home and start her counselling there. I think she'll be better off with them than me. It's for suicidal pregnant teenagers. Medicare will only pick up the tab for three months if they're more than five months on and tried to commit suicide at least once. So Paula doesn't qualify for Medicare funded help, but they do provide private care at a high cost. Some of the money goes to helping those in need and can't afford it." I nod as we lead Paula out of the room. The counsellor speaks to her secretary, and we go to her car.

As we drive to the home, about thirty minutes drive away, I tell Paula, "I don't want you to worry about your classes. We can work something out about your education. I'm not in favour of abortion, so my vote is to go full term. Once the child is born we can do a DNA test to check if it's actually my child. But that's another issue for much later. Since I'm assuming it's my child and I'm wanting it born, I'm prepared to see to all reasonable medical costs. To me, that includes the cost of ensuring the proper mental health of the mother, got it?" Stunned, she nods her head. At the nursing home I'm surprised to be told the care is $2,000 per day, but it'll include top level psychiatric help.

Paula registers as the counsellor refers her, while I use my credit card to pay the $8,000 for her care and help until Tuesday morning. Her mental balance will be reviewed at that time. I'll deal with her class attendances on Monday and Tuesday, getting notes and explaining her absence. The counsellor also promises to see her absences are explained as required for medical reasons. I have to sit in on the first counselling session to explain my involvement, it goes very well. Paula is much relieved and happier when we're leaving about two hours later.

Friday Afternoon

Mid afternoon the girls arrive back, change, and depart in the van - with Mary driving. They all carry bags like they're going away over night. During the shuffling around the car Tina is able to sneak back into the house without being seen by anyone. The van is parked near the corner of the house and she slips around the corner to the back door while the girls form a group at the front of the van blocking the view.

After they leave I ring Janice at her dormitory, "Janice, you should be told Paula was unwell during class this morning. I took her to see a doctor and she's currently under medical treatment for stress and pregnancy. The doctor doesn't want her disturbed for a few days, so I promised not to tell anyone where she is. But I felt you should know what's up, so you can explain her absence from the dorm."

"I must know where she is, I must go and see her. Can I come over and convince you to give me the address?"

"No point in asking, as I won't tell you. I'm going to just sit here and watch TV, the girls have left for the night. Even if you come over, I won't tell you where she is, as I promised not to."

Ten minutes later she turns up at the door with Michelle. I let them in and get us all drinks. Opening my can in the kitchen, I take the two tablets Marilyn prescribed for me before taking the rest into the lounge room. We sit and talk for several minutes, Janice asks for something to eat, so I leave my drink on the coffee table and get some nibblers from the kitchen. Putting them on the table, I duck into my room to check the security camera. Sure enough, Janice dropped three tablets into my drink. I return to the lounge room, "Sorry, I just remembered I had to send an email. All done now." I sit down and finish my drink. A few minutes later I act drowsy and pretend to fall asleep on the lounge. Janice stands and goes to the front door, calling out to someone. Her mother, Dorothy, walks in. By then the drug has done its job and I've an erection. Both Janice and her mother sit beside me on the lounge, playing with me. Janice leaves her mother to play with me while she sets her cameras up again in the same places as last time. It's also clear Michelle isn't happy to be playing these games again.

Second Production

With everything set up, Janice has Michelle sit on the lounge with me. Following instructions, I order Michelle to strip and play with herself. A knock on the door and Dorothy barges in demanding to know where Paula is. Michelle and I subdue her and drag her into the bedroom, with Janice leading the way to turn on the cameras.

In the bedroom Michelle holds Dorothy while she struggles as I strip her. We place her on the bed and tie her down, spread eagled and ready for fucking. With a gag to keep her quiet. A few more minutes and I have Michelle tied to the side of the bed in an upright position with her legs spread very wide and ready for me.

On cue from Janice, I stand behind Michele and play with her naked body before entering her from behind. Janice is busy filming this from near the doorway. The camera shows Dorothy spread on the bed with Michelle in a full frontal position as I fuck her from behind. I smile at Janice as I give Michelle another thorough fucking.

Pulling out of Michelle, I climb on the bed and mount Dorothy, giving her a good, long, hard fucking. Janice says, "Oh, Mum, you know those vitamin tablets you've been taking for the last two months. Well, they're really fertility tablets. I'm using this opportunity to get back at you and Paula as well as Rob here. He's going to get you both pregnant. Shove that dick all the way in and fill her, Rob." Dorothy starts to struggle very hard. Until now I hadn't been giving her my full length by stopping just short of her cervix, as she's shorter than Tina. At Janice's command I let her have it all and enter her cervix. It's a very tight fit and hurts me a little, it must have hurt her a lot, as she heaves and screams into the gag. She cries as I shoot my sperm into her womb.

I withdraw from Dorothy and turn to Janice, "Your turn now, bitch."

All three women stare at me. Janice turns to run, only to find Tina blocking the hall door with a Taser in her hand and a huge smirk on her face. Gulping, Janice turns back up and walks into the room. I walk over to her and start to strip her. "You made some mistakes last week and I knew I'd been drugged. So I took immediate action to identify the drugs. I was given tablets to counteract most of the effects of your drugs. Also our internal security system recorded every move you lot made and every word you said that day, it made very interesting viewing." All their eyes go very wide at mention of our security system. I point at the secured cupboard, "The security system's monitor and recorder are stored in that cupboard, that's why it's so strong. We set it up after someone broke in on our first day here. From now on I'm in charge and you're all my fuck toys now."

Following directions, Janice climbs on the bed, giving Dorothy an oral treat as I mount Janice from behind. I soon notice Janice also has a short vagina. Grinning, I grab her hips and push all the way in. She screams into Dorothy as I do, and starts to cry. I thrust into her womb for several minutes before filling her womb with my sperm. I withdraw and have Janice mount Dorothy's face so they can pleasure each other.

I tie Janice's hands to the bed frame so she can't move off Dorothy. Michelle says, "That's no punishment, she's a lesbian and has had us pleasuring her all week." I smile as I move behind Janice and enter her. On my directions Dorothy works on Janice while I give her another thorough fucking. After several minutes I enter her cervix and fill her womb again. Withdrawing, I untie Michelle and wave at the floor. She smiles as she lies down and spreads her legs. Pulling me to her as I enter her, "The new early pregnancy test kits gives me an eighty percent probability of being pregnant, so I may as well enjoy myself."

I give her a thorough fucking for ten minutes. Stopping, I lift her hips as Tina slips a pillow under them. As I enter her, Tina says, "We may as well move that probability up to one hundred percent." Michelle's eyes go wide as I get a little extra depth and fill her again.

Withdrawing, I move up Michelle's body and pin her to the floor as Tina raises her arms above her head and handcuffs them to a chain from under the cupboard. She also cuffs her ankles to chains from the bed, so Michelle's now spread out on the floor. I stand and move off her as Tina says, "My turn now, and I'm AC/DC." As she spreads herself over Michelle I kneel behind Tina and enter her. I grab her hips and hold her as I fuck all the way into her womb. She moans, "Fuck yes, get it right up my tubes." I fuck her hard and fast for about thirty minutes, she comes dozens of times. When I stop I move Tina to be lying on Michelle, face to face. She starts to kiss her and caress Michelle's whole body.

I move to the bed and change Janice's position to be lying beside Dorothy. Climbing onto the bed, I mount Dorothy and enter her again, fucking her hard and fast for my own pleasure. After a few minutes it's clear she's enjoying herself, she must be starting to like it or getting used to the entry. I fill her and move over to Janice. I enter her, all the way into her womb and fill her again. Withdrawing, I lift her arse a little, she screams as I enter her arse. She cries for the fifteen minutes I fuck her arse. I look at Michelle and Tina, to see them watching us and Michelle is grinning at Janice's discomfort.

Withdrawing, I go wash my dick. I return to give Janice a chance to show me her oral skills. After several minutes I move over to Dorothy and test her skills. Tina moves Michelle to the bed and ties her to it. She brings a chair over. I sit in it and she mounts me. I sit there fondling her breasts, "OK, Janice, whose idea was it to organise this scam?"

Gulping hard, she looks at Dorothy, "The initial idea of drugging and blackmailing you with films of you raping Paula and Michelle was Mum's. She even got the drugs for you from somewhere I don't know. I added the bits about the fertility drugs and making you all my slaves after I saw the opportunity to expand on Mum's plan."

I look at Dorothy, she says, "I hate you, you destroyed our business and family. Paul could have got off fairly lightly if the civil suit hadn't been held first. Once that wasn't contested it was seen as an admission of guilt by the judge and jury in the criminal case. So they threw the book at him. The insurance company would have paid out the same if you'd held off on the civil suit, but no, you had to screw us over."

I look at her, "Paul, in his drunken arrogance murdered my parents while my sisters were still in high school. He denied them their support at a critical time in their development. And you think he should be allowed to get off lightly. It seems to me that you and Janice are just as self centred, self indulgent, and arrogant as him. You blame me for seeing to it that my sisters and I were compensated for the terrible loss we suffered. You wouldn't have lost so much if Paul had accepted responsibility for what happened and pleaded guilty in the lower court, like your solicitor advised. He was so arrogant and sure he could get off he took the matter to the higher courts where they could assign higher penalties. Then, in his arrogance, he appealed and wasted more money trying to avoid the consequences of his own decisions and actions. He's the one who destroyed your family, just as he devastated ours. Well, now your arrogance has completed the picture. Paula is currently in counselling because she's pregnant and wants to commit suicide, and you're my fuck toy sex slaves. I'm willing to bet the original idea of doing something to get at us and get the money came from Paul and not you. The funny thing is it wouldn't have worked. Nearly all the money is in a trust and I'm not the trustee, it's in long term investments. We only get the interest for living expenses at the moment." Both Janice and Dorothy look surprised about the creation of a trust, and Dorothy's expression at my suggestion of Paul being behind it all makes it clear he was the initiator of the trouble. "I think we should visit Paul tomorrow, and let him know that the scam has backfired. That his three women are now my fuck toys and will be having my babies."

Second Interlude

Paul is very upset the next day when we visit the prison and tell him the outcome of the scam. I sit there smiling at him as I play with the breasts of his wife and eldest daughter. It's the second last time they visit him. The last time is about ten months later when they show him their babies, Dorothy, Paula, and Michelle have lovely children.

The next week Dorothy, Paula, Michelle, and Janice move in with us, most double up; Nancy and Paula, Mary and Dorothy, Tina and Janice, Michelle and Harry, Emily and I, while Emily's room becomes a nursery. Great fun for all, as no one ever sleeps alone and we all take turns spending the night in the nursery.

Later another of the inmates is upset when he hears about his brother being arrested for the manufacturing of certain unlawful drugs. He takes his anger out on Paul, and he spends several weeks in the prison medical wing as a result of the beating. The brother was the source of the drugs used on me, and I make Dorothy work with the police to get the makers; she gets immunity for helping the police.

Paula recovers from her depression, and found classes easier to handle after I switch her and Michelle to being full fee paying students (at our expense) with a reduced class load for the next three semesters, due to the pregnancies. Paula and Michelle have healthy boys while Dorothy has a daughter. DNA analysis proves they're all mine.

We all do well in our studies and Dorothy is a good house keeper. She does the washing and cooking etc. She also looks after the babies once they're born. Life is good for the next eighteen months.

More Trouble

It's near the end of our second year, with the year's exams over but most students are still on campus, either getting ready for next year or packing up to leave if it's their final year. Janice is sorting out what to do for her masters, and at an appointment with her professor. Dorothy, Paula, Philip (her son), and I are at the campus coffee shop planning next years courses. We're waiting for Janice to join us for lunch after her meeting. The rest of the girls are in the city shopping, and have the other children with them, Paula likes to spend time with Philip.

The coffee shop is at one end of a long building with a lot of the campus amenities shops in it. I'm at the other end as I just got some money out of the automatic teller machine (ATM), Paula and Philip are in the shop while Dorothy is sitting at an outside table. I look up, to see the back of a man striding towards the coffee shop from the walkway between the two buildings up hill of us. He has a sports bag in his hand with something in it. I can just see what looks like the handle of a tennis racquet poking out the top of the bag near the forward end. As I watch, the man reaches Dorothy's table, she looks up and goes white with fright. She screams out, "Paula, run. It's your father." Everyone in the area turns and stares at her. They dive for cover as he backhands her and knocks her to the ground while drawing a sawn off pump action shotgun out of the bag.

I hit the campus security panic button on the wall beside the ATM, placed there for student protection at night. I also grab the direct line to the security office mounted to the wall beside the button. It's answered immediately, "Rob Phillips. Crazed man with a cut down shotgun at the coffee shop. He's just knocked a woman down and looking about for someone. Hurry, and get an ambulance as well."

They know where the phone and panic button are located. The security person replies, "On our way. We've four more panic buttons from that area. We'll call the police." I hang up the phone and duck behind the ATM as I see Paul turning to look up this way.

A moment later I peek out, to see Paul headed towards the other end of the building. Two of the more athletic students come around the corner of the building, and hit the ground when he waves the shotgun at them; I don't blame them, that thing would cut them in two.

Paul reaches the corner, and yells, "Bitch, I'll get you," and takes off, running. I stand and run to Dorothy, two of the final year nursing students have gotten off the ground and are tending her.

I look around for Paula, and a student I know walks out of the coffee shop with Philip, he says, "Rob, Paula asked me to look after Philip and went out the shop back door, fast."

I grimace, "Stay with Philip and Dorothy, please," and dash into the shop. Going through it will be the quickest way to catch up to them, as I have to help Paula. There are no weapons on campus - not allowed. As I pass through the shop I give the shelves a close loo, and stop at the drink fridge. Opening the fridge, I grab three cans of Coca-cola, "Tanya, I've got to run. I'll pay for these when I get back." With two cans in my left hand and one in my right, I dash out the back door of the shop.

Outside, I see Paul running across the open grass at an angle, he's headed towards Paula. She's running straight down the slope below me. Directly below us is a car park, followed by more grass, a road, and the university main entrance. She's headed for the road outside, and often glancing over her left shoulder as she runs. She has a good lead on him, about 120 to 140 metres, and he's headed to cut her off, coming from the end of the building. His line of advance is about thirty degrees to the left of hers and he has about seventy-five metres on me. As she reaches the cars he stops and brings the gun up. She ducks behind a car as he fires, the car's back window is smashed by the shot. She's up and dodging between the cars, ducking when she thinks he's about to fire. I take off after him, I have to distract him and stay alive - somehow.

Dodging and ducking through the car park has slowed Paula down. She's now on the far side, hiding behind a car. He's at this side of the car park, standing on a small wall about forty metres from Paula, but can't see her. He has the shotgun up and is scanning the car park for her. From my higher elevation and angle I can see both, while he can't see her. I can also see security sitting in their cars about 200 metres away, talking away on their radios; with no weapons, there's nothing they can do except offer more targets. I'm now about forty metres behind him and closing fast as I run down the slope towards him.

Throwing as hard as I can in a high lob arc, I toss a can of coke at him, it misses his head and hits a car to his left while he's looking to his right. Instinctively he turns and shoots the car the can hit. I throw another can, it hits to his right, he spins and fires again. I can see Paula creeping away from the cars towards the nearest security car. His head turns towards me, smiling as he brings the shotgun up. I'm down to twelve metres. I throw the last can directly at him as hard as I can.

The shot gun is almost pointed at me when the can hits his shoulder and knocks his aim to his right. The shotgun discharges, something stings my left arm and chest. He brings the shotgun back towards me just as I reach the slightly higher retaining wall two metres from him. Jumping as hard as I can, I bring my feet up in front of me and aim for his upper chest, I'm going to take him down no matter what happens.

I'm in the air and fully committed with my feet bent at the knees in front of me. He smiles and pulls the trigger. There's a loud 'click' just before my feet make contact with his left arm which is across his chest. He screams as my feet hit his arm, the 'crack' of it breaking is audible right before his scream. As I feel the full contact with his body I use all my strength to kick my legs straight, and thrust him away from me. He's still screaming as he's thrown off the low wall he's on and onto the back of one of the parked cars. The shotgun falls to the ground between us as he hits the car. His hips hit the back of the car boot and his upper body continues to go away from me to hit his head on the back window, smashing it; he screams louder. The car shakes from the impact and it's anti-theft alarm activates. He didn't hit square to the vehicle but at about a forty-five degree angle, so he continues to slide slightly across the car and slides off the side, between that car and the next one in the car park. He lies there, screaming.

When I hit him my legs hurt and I almost come to a halt in the air. While watching what's happening with him, I twist in the air to get my right arm under me with my body centred above it as I fall towards the wall he was standing on. I manage to get my arm and body in position enough to redirect me from falling on the wall and doing myself some major harm. This leaves me turning in the air as I continue towards the car park, falling between the wall and the rear of the cars. I pull my left arm in to try and cushion the impact with the footpath. My hand hits the ground while I still have some forward and sideways momentum, my shoulder feels like it's on fire and I scream as I feel the forearm break. I scream again as I land on my shoulder and roll over the path into the back of a parked car. I lie there trying to get my breath. I look up, fearing to see Paul with the shotgun. I see a wave of campus security people racing to the scene, I smile at them as Paula is safe now.

Some time later I open my eyes to see two paramedics bending over me with their kits open beside them. One notices I'm awake, "Please don't move at all. There's a clean fracture of the forearm, dislocated shoulder, some shotgun pellets in the left arm and side. Those are all we're sure of at the moment. But we're concerned about a possible back or head injury when you hit the ground. We'll have you immobilised and off to the hospital soon." My back and shoulder feel like they're on fire, the arm hurts like hell, my head aches like crazy. So I lie there and make a small 'thumbs up' gesture with my right hand to indicate I get and understand the message. I'm too sore to talk, and just hope he'll give me something for the pain soon.

They soon have me on a stretcher and off to the hospital for x-rays etc. There they're quick to determine I've no other injuries to worry about except a lot of bruising on my side and back. They give me something for the pain. I'll be here for some days.

Next Day

I wake up about noon the next day, the tablets must have included something more than just pain killers. Opening my eyes, I see most of the girls standing around the room. Seeing I'm awake, Nancy says, "Can't trust you to do anything without supervision, can we?" I can tell she's more relieved than angry, "You didn't have to finish him so thoroughly. Back broken in three places, arm broken, fractured skull, you're lucky to have skipped that one. The police have charged him with two counts of attempted murder, you and Paula. He'll spend the rest of his life in a wheel chair, and most of that in prison. Just one question, did you know he was out of shells, or were you lucky?"

I give a weak grin, "I thought I could hit him before he got a good shot at me. But I didn't get the amount of traction I expected from the grass. I had no idea of how many rounds he had in that thing. I thought I saw him reloading as he ran. I was sure I'd had it just before contact."

She nods her head, "So you were unlucky and lucky. Unlucky in the grass still being damp from being watered a short while before the incident, and lucky in he ran out of ammunition. Dorothy has some spectacular bruises and a sore neck, but is otherwise OK. Her warning is sure to have saved the lives of Paula and Philip. He was there to kill them and you, the yell gave her time to clear out."

Follow On

About a week after the incident I'm allowed out of the hospital, but required by the university to work through my post traumatic stress with the university counsellor before I'll be allowed back to classes. When he was well enough to talk Paul was sprouting all sorts of claims and threats. All total rubbish, but they got enough attention for the university counsellor to require me to sort out and deal with everything for the last few years.

Two months into the counselling and the counsellor instructs me to sit down to write this account, to help us both to put everything in order and perspective. She's sure it'll help me deal with the stress, and I do have to do that. I still wake up at night screaming. Nightmares of that shotgun pointed straight at my face while his finger pulls the trigger, they're going to take a while to get rid of. Since I started writing this the frequency of them has dropped a lot, and the terror I feel from them has also decreased, so the therapy must be working.

I can only hope the counsellor is right. I think she knows what she's doing, as she came to the university after retiring from the army where she used to counsel troops for extreme combat related stress issues. Only time will tell how this goes. I've got a few more years here at the university, so she has plenty of time to work with me on this.