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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Thirty-One   I wasn't thinking of having sex on the night after Pyotr and
Petra arrived.  I really wasn't.  The abuse that had been done to their
beautiful child bodies had disturbed me too much and that was all I could
think about during the day.  I had hoped that our next arrival would be a
young man, about eighteen years old, possibly to be a mate for Jean-Nicole.
I wasn't prepared to see what had been done to the children and I was
thinking of what I or the others could do to heal the damage to their
spirits.  Perhaps Anna understood what was causing my subdued and somber
state for most of the day.

   Dinner was another tribute to Jean-Nicole's talents: fish and bread and
vegetables, all prepared to perfection.  It may sound ordinary but it was
anything but that.  Pyotr and Petra had good appetites again and so did all
the rest of us.  James and Toby tried to create an atmosphere of fun and
playfulness but they hardly succeeded.  Since the ladies had cooked again,
the guys, except for Pyotr, cleaned up afterwards.  I didn't feel like
asking him to help us.

   We sat around in the kitchen for an hour or so, just talking, until Anna
saw that Pyotr and Petra were showing signs of being ready for bed again.
She and Jean-Nicole took them to their own bedroom to care for their wounds
before they went to sleep.  Iain and Caitlyn kept whispering to James and
Toby.  I guessed they were up to something but I had no idea what.  My back
and arm muscles were a little painful from tossing big logs on the fires
that morning so I decided to let a hot shower ease my aches.

   But first I followed Anna and Jean-Nicole to the bedroom Pyotr and Petra
had chosen.  I didn't say anything.  I just stood there and watched as
first Petra and then Pyotr laid belly-down while Anna and Jean-Nicole
smeared something on their wounds again.  When they put clean chemises on
the two of them, I decided the show was over so I left.

   I went to the toilet for a good piss, came back out in the hall to go to
the bathing chamber, and saw Caitlyn just going into the bed chamber she
and Iain shared, followed by James and Toby.  Toby saw me come out of the
toilet and grinned at me.  I knew the four of them had something planned to
do.  As a foursome, that was new.  I had no idea what they were going to do
but I guessed it included sex.  If James or Toby got at Caitlyn, that would
be a first.  I couldn't imagine who would get sloppy seconds or thirds. 
Damn, just the thought registered with my dick.

   I went in the bathing chamber, adjusted a shower to comfortably hot, and
hung onto the shower head while the water beat down on my back.  A moment
later, I felt a touch on my right shoulder and looked back at Anna, smiling
at me.  Then a touch on my left shoulder made me look at Jean-Nicole,
smiling just as wickedly.  I turned around and held out two welcoming arms
to two beautiful naked females.

   Have you ever stood under a hot shower with two women, one under each
arm, while they played with you?  Two hands on my butt cheeks, two hands
playing with my penis and testicles: what man could want for more? 
Somebody's fingers between my cheeks feeling for my asshole, somebody
else's fingers trying to follow: I didn't care.  I clenched my gluteus
maximus muscles to try to prevent their intrusion.  That just made me roll
my pelvis forward and my penis stood up taller.  Somebody's hand gently
slid the skin up and down.  Somebody else's hand cupped my testicles. 
Shit! I'd let them stuff a hard dick up my asshole if they had one.

   In our bed this time, I let them take charge.  Again, I was in the
middle with Anna cuddled up to me on one side, Jean-Nicole on the other. 
We talked a while, they played, and I was in heaven.  Then both went down
on me at the same time.  I let them suck dick and lick balls for a while
and then decided all I wanted down there was one mouth and one set of
hands.

   I pulled Anna up and she understood and knee-walked over me until she
was straddling my head.  I put a pillow under my neck and she settled down
on my face with my mouth just where I wanted it: under her pussy.  I held
my arms up, found two soft breasts and caught two nipples between the thumb
and first finger on each hand.  I gave a tentative lick, felt her little
lips, and set about getting them separated so I could lick her clit with
each upward swipe.  Very quickly I succeeded and I heard her moan a deep
sigh.  As I licked over the entrance to her vagina, I tasted her familiar
Anna arousal and I slowed down and leisurely feasted on her pussy.

   At the same time, Jean-Nicole was feasting on a hard dick, mine, in no
hurry to consume it, just the right combination of hand and mouth action. I
felt no urge to rush to orgasm.  I was as hot and horny as I've ever been
but I didn't want it to end anytime soon.  I wanted to give two women each
a good fuck.  From the way they were playing with me, I felt sure that was
what they wanted.

   After a while, they swapped.  I didn't know what their signal was but I
didn't care.  Jean-Nicole settled her little pussy on my mouth.  I reached
up, found two smaller breasts, and gently pinched two little nipples.  I
gave a long lick from her asshole - I'd rubbed it clean in the shower with
my finger - to perineum to vagina to clit, and I tasted the acrid, sweet,
strange taste of her vagina's lubrication.  I knew she was ready too.  When
I felt the first hint of wanting to come, I stopped both of them.

   "I'm ready," I said.  "Who's first?"

   "Jean-Nicole," Anna said.  "I'll be second if you can still get it up."

   "Fuck you," I whispered.

   "Yeah, that's what you're going to do," she answered.

   "Anna, he's your husband," Jean-Nicole said.  "You should go first."

   "No, he's hot and ready and wanting," Anna said.  "He won't last long
with you.  I want him second so he can give me a long leisurely fucking."

   Jean-Nicole didn't argue.  She wiggled around and ended up on her back,
knees raised and separated, arms welcoming.  I was surprised.  She was
being subservient.

   "Missionary position?" I asked.

   "Yeah!  Fuck me!" she answered.

   As soon as I was in position on top of Jean-Nicole, Anna moved closer,
relaxed on her side, head propped with one arm, and nodded for me to give
Jean-Nicole what she wanted.  Anna rubbed the head of my dick up and down
in Jean-Nicole's juicy slit and I began.

   In a couple of minutes, I had finally accomplished my appointed task.  I
had slowly and patiently persisted until my penis was balls-deep in
Jean-Nicole's tight little pussy.  I had listened to all her groans and
grunts and moans and endured all her wiggles and squirms and humps.  It was
her insistence that I be on top of her in the old-fashioned missionary
position and that's where we were.  We were belly to belly and her soft
little breasts were flattened against my chest.  She had her arms clasped
over me holding me down with one hand behind my head in an open-mouthed
tongue-tangling spit-swapping duel.  Her legs were squeezing me around my
waist and her ankles were locked over my ass with one heel bumping me right
in the crack.  Damn, I still felt subservient to her.

   Anna lay there on her side close to us, watching, a smile playing on her
red lips, her head propped up with one hand, and the other hand between her
legs, fingers moving.  I was determined to give Jean-Nicole a good fuck
that left her pussy full-to-overflowing with my semen.  Why did she have to
choose that moment to say it?

   "David, Anna says I should ask you.  Would you give me a baby?"

   "What?"

   "Would you give me a baby?  I don't mean right now.  I mean someday. 
Anna says it's OK with her as long as you give her one first."

   I looked at Anna.  She nodded and smiled so wide her dimples showed.

   "Is she serious?" I asked and then looked down at Jean-Nicole's
beautiful eyes.  "Are you serious?"

   "She's entirely serious, David," Anna said.  "She and I are completely
in agreement.  You should give any of the ten women who come here a baby if
they want one of yours."

   I looked at Anna again, said "Shit!", and then turned back to
Jean-Nicole.

   "Anna told me she thought you'd give your love to another one of the ten
guys who come here, not to me.  He's the one who should give you a baby."

   "Well, maybe he could give me my first one and you could give me my
second one.  Anyway, I don't want one for a few years yet."

   "Maybe you should marry him and he should give you all your babies."

   "But I might not want to marry one of them.  I already know I want a
man, not a boy.  Only five more are coming and I might not want to marry
one of them if they're all as young as Pyotr.  If that happens, Anna says I
might ask you to marry me."

   "Damn!  I'm already married to her!"

   "I know but you could have two wives; couldn't you?" Jean-Nicole
persisted.  "She and I are already good friends and we get along great. 
She says it would be OK with her."

   I looked at Anna and saw her grinning.  I knew they had planned this.  I
shut my eyes and shook my head to try to get some sense in it.  They both
knew she was going to ask me the question and they waited until my balls
were resting on Jean-Nicole's soft little ass cheeks to ask me.  Damn. 
They knew I would agree to anything when I had my dick in a pussy and was
just ready to give somebody a good fuck.

   Anna moved over closer to us and patted me on the ass.  "Just think
about it, David.  I don't mind if you have a lot more children than I can
give you.  When all of us women get in child-bearing mode, we can have
twenty or more children running around here in a few years.  Wouldn't that
be nice?"

   "I don't want to think about it," I said.  "I'm going bear hunting."

   "Well, you don't have to think about it right now.  You just go ahead
and give Jean-Nicole a good fuck and then we'll let you rest a few minutes
before you give me my turn.  I'm like Aimee.  I like to watch."

   I should have known they were up to something.  Earlier, I had stood
there behind them while they were getting Petra ready for bed, listening to
them whisper, thinking they were talking about Petra, not thinking about
why they kept throwing glances at me, thinking maybe they were talking
about Pyotr, standing there to one side.  They had cared for Petra first,
talked her into letting them remove her chemise and laying there in the bed
flat on her belly with her skinny little-girl body naked and her beautiful
little derriere shining, while they oh so gently washed her back and
buttocks and rubbed the red stripes with ointment.  I wondered again how
anyone could be so evil as to whip a child like that.  Then they helped her
put on a fresh chemise and crawl further into the bed.

   Pyotr took her place.  They tenderly washed and treated his back and
buttocks and then asked him to sit up.  I grinned when I saw his genitals.
He had about four inches of hard milky-white pointing-up penis with an
uncapped red head and a soft drooping pink scrotum with a couple of quail's
eggs in it.  And only twelve years old and already responding like a man.
Damn.

   They ignored his condition and helped him with a chemise.  He lay down
with his back toward us and Petra turned the same way and moved back
against him.  I watched as he put his right leg over her left leg, one arm
over her chest, his head just behind hers in her hair, got tickled by her
hair, moved back a little, sighed, relaxed.

   I assumed his pointing penis was nosing into the warm spot between her
thighs.  Like a camel getting his nose in the tent, I knew that if the head
of his penis ever nestled between the little lips of her pussy he was going
to end up balls-deep in her and eventually give her a dose of his sperm.  I
knew she shouldn't be impregnated by her brother or anyone else for years.
But how to stop it!  That's the question.

   I gave Jean-Nicole one tentative thrust.  Nobody was going to stop me. I
was going to fill one tight pussy to overflowing with my semen and then
give another the same thing.

   It is bad enough when one woman is determined to drive a man wild.  But
two?  Both did their best to make me lose consciousness in my big head and
to start thinking with my little head.  They expected me to give both of
them a good fuck, Jean-Nicole first and Anna second.  I knew I could do it.
I'd come twice in Anna's pussy often enough.  All I needed was a short
refractory period and a hand or mouth to jump-start me and I was good to go
again.  In Flagstaff, I'd come four times in one day in Anna's welcoming
pussy.  Maybe I could do both of them twice.  Who needs sleep?

   And now she's asked me that damned question.  I couldn't think about it
and still give her the kind of fuck I was determined to deliver.  I shook
all thoughts out of my head and started sliding my penis in and out of in
her tight little pussy.  That worked.  I slowly quit thinking at all and
the only thing I was aware of was how it felt to have my penis moving in
her pussy.  I slid my arms partially under her back, curved my hands around
on her shoulders to hold her in place, and started fucking her.

   After a while, I caught one leg under my arm, pushed back, caught the
other, and let her ankles come to rest on my shoulders.  I resumed fucking
her.  I was in no hurry.  I just enjoyed pounding the hell out of her until
an orgasm snuck up on me and my balls started squirting my molten spine
into her pussy.  I thrust into her repeatedly in time with each pulse in my
penis and finally crashed with the head against her cervix bathed in a hot
puddle of my semen and her juices.

   When I regained consciousness and rolled off Jean-Nicole, Anna was
waiting with warm washcloths.  She tucked one washcloth between
Jean-Nicole's thighs and then she wiped my penis clean, milked it down, and
caught the last dollop with her mouth.  And that's when it occurred to me
that there was something missing, something that had not happened, maybe. I
turned back to Jean-Nicole.

   "Did you come?"

   "Uuummm."

   "Dammit, did you come?"

   "Yes, David," she whispered.  "I came.  Couldn't you tell?"

   "I was busy."

   She stretched out with her hands above her head and her toes pointed in
the opposite direction.  I waited until she relaxed.

   "I came, David," she whispered.  "You're a good fucker.  Do it again."

   "Wait `til Anna has a turn," I said, and flopped down on my back.

   My face and chest and armpits were wet with sweat but I was temporarily
too wrung out to care.  Anna cared.  She wiped my face as gently as she had
wiped Petra's.  I stretched my arms until I bumped the wall of the alcove
and waited.  Anna wiped my throat, my chest, my armpits, my belly, my
penis, and last my testicles.  I thought about turning over so she could do
my back but I was afraid she'd wipe my ass too.  When she was through with
me, she crawled over me to Jean-Nicole and gave her the same treatment. 
She used a different washcloth.

   When we finally settled down, I was flat on my back, pillows under my
neck and my knees, eyes closed, hands together on my stomach.  Anna was on
her left side, right leg over one of mine, one hand on my chest, idly
playing and pulling on the hair in the center and around my nipples. 
Jean-Nicole was on her right side, left leg over one of mine, fingers idly
trying to pull my short pubic hair that I was letting grow back.

   A little lurking thought finally surfaced in my mind and I knew why I
could never take Jean-Nicole as a second wife.

   "Jean-Nicole, there's a good reason why I don't want you to give your
love to me," I said.

   "Just as long as I let you fuck me, huh?" she answered.

   "Shut up," I said.  "It has nothing to do with you.  It's because Anna
and I are...we love each other in a way that...shit!  It's hard to
explain."

   "Just be patient, Love," Anna said.  "I can wait a while for my fuck."

   I told Jean-Nicole how I felt when I first saw Anna, how I felt that we
were destined to be together and how it had been in Flagstaff and how empty
I felt when I came here without her and how complete I felt when she
arrived.  I tried to explain how we sometimes became one when we made love
and I felt her body's responses as much as I felt my own, that we were not
like two bodies but like one, and I felt her emotions too and I knew she
loved me with certainty and I loved her and we always would.

   "So don't say I don't love you," I said, finally.  "I do but I can't
love you like I love Anna.  I want you to find your own man and give
yourself to him completely and maybe the two of you can have the same kind
of love and marriage that Anna and I do."

   "He's very eloquent; isn't he?" Jean-Nicole said.

   "Yes, sometimes he amazes me," Anna answered.

   They talked back and forth over me.  I listened.  I had said all I had
to say.  They played.  I enjoyed it.  My penis was still engorged and
almost ready to stand up again.  Anna leaned over and sucked on one nipple
and pinched the other.  Jean-Nicole leaned over and licked my belly button
clean.  Somebody's fingers tickled my testicles.  Somebody traced up the
shaft of my penis with one sharp fingernail.  My penis liked what they were
doing.  It straightened up toward my navel and began to top off its blood
bank.

   I sat up, pushed Anna back, and knee-walked until I was between her
spread legs.  Anna looked up at me, gave me a welcoming smile, and held out
her arms to enclose me.  Jean-Nicole scooted up closer to us and propped
her head on one arm to watch.  She moved the cloth from between her thighs
and curved her hand over her mound with one finger hidden.

   "I love you, Anna," I said.  "I want to be one with you again."

   "I love you two, David, she said.  "I want you to fuck me.  If we become
one, I charge extra."

   She smiled at me and I saw her pink tongue lick her red lips and I
wanted to kiss her.  "I love your mouth," I said, and, on splayed arms,
bent over and found her mouth with mine.  I wanted her pink tongue in my
mouth.  She gave it to me.  I sucked on it and gave her mine in return.

   I pulled back up and looked down at her again.  Her breasts were soft
and relaxed, drooped just a little to each side, nipples already pointy. 
"I love your breasts," I said, and she cupped her hands under them and
offered them to me.  I bent over again and sucked on first one nipple and
then the other.  I wanted her breasts heavy and drooling milk for me to
drink.  I wanted to fuck her and squirt a few million sperm into her womb
and make a baby in her.

   I pulled back up, saw her eyes closed, a smile on her red lips.  She
lifted her pelvis toward me.  "I love your pussy too, especially when it's
a cunt and hot for my cock," I said.  "I especially love it them."

   I wanted my mouth on her pussy but that was a challenge in the bed
alcove.  I knew I could make her lay crossways on the mattress with her
legs hanging off and me on the floor between them taking long licks up
between her thighs.  I had done that often enough but that wasn't what I
wanted this time.  I slid my hands under her soft derriere, lifted her up
until only her shoulders and head were on the bed, and gave her a long lick
from her pink-brown pucker, over her perineum, over the entrance to her
vagina, between the squiggly little lips, all the way to the hard bump of
her clitoris.  I did it again and again until the lips were spread to each
side and I saw the coral and red and pink inside her pussy.  I pulled back
and looked at the feast I held in my hands.  Her clitoris, her little
penis, was blood red and poking out of its hood for almost a half inch.  I
pursed my lips and sucked on it until she squealed and stuck her hands in
my hair and pulled.

   I lowered her to the bed and pulled her legs up around my hips.  She
stuck both hands between us, notched the head my penis in the entrance to
her vagina, and then wrapped her arms around my chest.  I pushed and felt
that wonderful feeling of the smooth shiny head of my penis pushing her wet
hot vaginal walls apart until I was balls deep in her.  I began to flex my
hips, slowly let my beast loose, and all too soon my body squirted out its
life into her welcoming cunt.  I lay there, breath rasping in and out of my
nostrils, lost in the afterglow of our fucking until I couldn't hold myself
suspended on top of her any more.  I rolled off her and flopped on my back
between her and Jean-Nicole.

   Jean-Nicole reached over, patted my penis right on its head, said "Good
boy," and grinned at me.

   I was through, exhausted, shot, fucked out, drained, but there was one
more thing I wanted to do before I surrendered to Morpheus.  I wanted to
look at Pyotr and Petra again.  After a few minutes, I crawled out of the
bed, from between Anna and Jean-Nicole, two naked bodies in the almost-dark
night, smelling of sweat and sex.  I staggered out of our bed chamber,
across the hallway into the toilet to the row of urinals, and pissed in
blessed relief.  I quickly washed my hands and face and ignored what really
smelled of the juices from me and two women.

   Back in the hallway, I told Aimee where I was going and asked her to
light Pyotr's and Petra's bedchamber just enough for me to see them.  She
reported that they seemed to be in deep sleep and all their vital signs
were normal.

   Pyotr and Petra were both naked and I wondered why they had removed
their chemises.  Pyotr was sleeping flat on his back and one arm was around
Petra's shoulders.  She was sleeping on her side and her head was on
Pyotr's shoulder.  The stripes on her back and buttocks already seemed to
be lighter.  One of her legs was across both of his and one of her arms was
across his stomach.  In the dim light, I could barely see where her hand
was.  I looked closer and saw that her fingers were cupped around his
testicles.  His penis was between her thumb and hand, swollen but not
erect, a fat little appendage, foreskin pulled back, head dark in the dim
light, not red.  I smiled.  Anna and Jean-Nicole had both been holding my
penis and testicles just before I rolled out of the bed and I couldn't tell
whose hand was holding what.

   I looked at two beautiful faces, relaxed and innocent in sleep, at the
tangles of their blond hair, at their slim arms and legs and bodies.  They
were perfect children, the children of some fairy tale, almost too
beautiful to be real.  I stood there studying them for some time, reluctant
to stop looking at them.  I wanted so much to help them.  With the love
that Jean-Nicole and Anna had given me, I resolved to do my best.

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   Over the following days, Pyotr and Petra gradually told us about their
lives.  They were twelve-year old twins, almost thirteen as Petra insisted,
with names chosen by their mother from her Russian background.

   Their mother was an intelligent woman but very capricious and always
quickly tiring of one thing and wanting to move on to another.  She had
numerous lovers or boyfriends and three husbands over the years.  She was
still married to one husband at the time of her death.

   Pyotr and Petra were both virgins.  When questioned in private by Anna,
Petra seemed proud that her menses had begun and she had already had two
periods.  I talked to Pyotr in private and he also seemed proud that he was
beginning puberty and could now "shoot off" when he masturbated.  I told
him how proud I had been when I started ejaculating just after my twelfth
birthday.

   The twins were given little love by their mother or her husbands and so
they gave all their love to each other.  They were inseparable, regularly
together during the day and even at night when they usually slept together
in identical pajamas.  When the stepfather learned that, he mildly
complained but he didn't try to make them sleep separately.

   The last husband was a foreigner but he never made it clear what country
he was from.  He never seemed to work and he was gone for days at a time,
saying only that he was on business trips.  He was good to the mother and
children at first and took them lots of places like the zoo and museum and
concerts.  At the beginning of summer, he moved them to a nice new
apartment in a different school district.  The twins didn't want to leave
their old school but didn't complain.  He gave all of them a completely new
wardrobe of clothes, the mother a new car, and the twins a new computer. 
The twins almost lived on the computer and they had no restrictions on
their internet use.

   Then one late-summer day, their mother died suddenly and supposedly
naturally.  The stepfather said she had been running a fever and
complaining of aches for a few days before her death but the children had
seen no signs of illness.  The twins thought that perhaps the stepfather
had given her an overdose of drugs or maybe poisoned her.  There was no
funeral since the mother had never professed any religious beliefs.  She
was simply cremated with a death certificate which the stepfather provided.

   Shortly after her death, their stepfather said he was taking them to a
theme park in Florida for a vacation.  They drove in the mother's car from
their New York hometown to Orlando with a one-night stop.

   At the stop, the twins wanted to sleep together and their stepfather
said they could.  The children were sure they had packed their pajamas in
their suitcase but they couldn't find them.  When they asked their
stepfather what to do, he said they could sleep in the nude.  They bathed
together as usual, turned off the shower, and started to dry themselves. 
Then their stepfather walked into the bathroom, naked.  He insisted on
toweling them dry and they reluctantly acceded.  They had never been naked
around him before and were uneasy but he did nothing to alarm them.  He
bathed after they did, singing something in a foreign language, and came
out naked with a damp towel around his neck, still humming a tune.

   He let the twins choose their bed and then lay down on the other, still
naked.  Pyotr as usual was protective of his sister and lay down on the
side next to the stepfather's bed.  The stepfather turned on the TV and
searched through the TV offerings until he found what he thought was a
kid's program.  He smiled at them, turned off the bedside light, and
settled down propped up on pillows.  They watched television for a while
and then went to sleep.

   They arrived in Orlando late on the next afternoon, had take-out from a
fast-food place, and then checked in at a motel.  As on the previous night,
the twins bathed first and again the stepfather insisted on toweling them
dry.  He smiled and hummed a tune while doing it.  He pressed the towel
against their genitals, didn't touch them with his hands, and did nothing
to alarm them.  After he bathed, they went to bed, naked again, watched
television for a while, and then slept.

   The next morning, the stepfather asked the twins to choose some nice
casual clothes and to get dressed while he shaved.  Pyotr saw something
like tickets in the stepfather's suitcase and was curious which amusement
park they were going to.  He checked that the bathroom door was closed
enough so their stepfather couldn't see them and then pulled the tickets
out.  He was horrified by the implications of what he saw: airline tickets
for three first from Orlando to Paris and then to Riyadh in Saudi Arabia.
He and his sister were staring at the tickets when the stepfather walked
out of the bathroom.

   The stepfather said the tickets were a surprise for them and that he was
talking them to Saudi Arabia to see the biggest amusement park in the
world. Pyotr didn't believe him.  He asked why they had come to Orlando
when they could have flown out of airports in New York.  The stepfather
offered excuses but Pyotr knew he was lying and that he had some sort of
plan for them.

   Pyota said that he and his sister were not going and they wanted to call
the police.  The stepfather pulled a rope out of his suitcase, doubled it,
and threatened Pyotr with it.  The boy said they weren't going again and a
gradually-escalating argument ensued.  Suddenly the stepfather grabbed him
by the wrist and hit him with the rope.  Pyota screamed and tried to get
away.  Petra screamed and tried to attack the stepfather.  The three went
around in circles with the stepfather trying to get away from Petra and, at
the same time, hitting Pyotr with the rope.

   Then the stepfather dropped Pyotr's wrist, grabbed Petra's, and started
beating her with the rope.  Pyotr attacked him but couldn't stop him.  He
couldn't bear to see his sister beaten so he gave in and screamed that they
would go.

   The stepfather wiped off Petra's back and buttocks with a washcloth and
then wiped off Pyotr's.  He stood between them and the door while all of
them got dressed.  Before they left, the stepfather gave them what he said
were pain-relieving pills for their backs.  He held them by their wrists
while they went to the car and then made them get in the back seat, locked
their doors from his driver's side, and drove away from the motel.

   Pyotr managed to stay calm and think about what they could do to escape.
He knew they couldn't get out the back doors when they were locked on the
driver's control panel.  The traffic was too heavy and fast and he knew it
would be dangerous for him to interfere with the stepfather's driving. 
They were trapped and he knew they had to find some way to escape.

   When they turned onto the airport roads, traffic slowed and Pyotr
thought of a way they might get away.  He waited until traffic had slowed
even more and then grabbed his stepfather by the head, hands over his eyes,
twisted his neck, and pulled back as hard as he could.  The car bumped over
a curb, ran off the road, and slid into a road-side retention pond.  It
stopped suddenly, slanted down, and the front airbags exploded.  Pyotr kept
his grip on his stepfather's head and waited for the airbags to deflate but
neither did.  The stepfather clawed at Pyotr's hands, trying to break free.
Pyotr let go, put his feet behind the stepfather's seat, and pushed.

   The stepfather started saying, "I kill you," like the terrorist puppet,
but, trapped between the airbag and the seat, he couldn't do anything. 
Then Pyotr heard air rushing out of the car and water rushing in and he
realized he could let the stepfather drown and then force his way to the
control panel beside the driver and open the doors to escape.

   He screamed for Petra to put her feet next to his and help him push. 
She scrambled over and they both pushed.  The car settled farther, the
stepfather struggled but he was trapped.  He splashed frantically as more
water rushed in.  The car settled farther until it was standing almost
straight up and it was easier for the two of them to push.  They held their
legs stiff while the water poured in and gradually covered their
stepfather's head.  He struggled for what seemed like an eternity but
finally went limp.  The water was now almost covering Pyotr and Petra. 
Pyotr took a deep breath and tried to force his way under water to the
control panel for the doors.  Then something strange happened and he
thought he was dying.  That was the last he knew until he woke up here.

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   One night after they had been with us for a while, I kept thinking of
Pyotr and Petra, two abused children about to leave their childhood behind
and embark on the journey to adulthood.  They were children who had not
received the love and care they so desperately needed.  Perhaps Pyotr was
right in his belief that their stepfather had intended to sell them.  I had
often heard rumors and tales of young children, particularly blond ones,
who had been sold in the countries which treated women as chattel.  The
wealthy in those countries supposedly valued them as sex slaves.  What
should I do to help them?

   I went in the bedchamber where we threw our dirty clothes until wash
day, sorted through my pile, and chose warm outdoor clothes.  I dressed in
multiple layers, including a hooded top which covered me from head down to
mid-thigh.  I still wasn't satisfied since I was just going to be sitting
so I went in the clothing storeroom and got a heavy blanket.  Next I went
looking for Anna.

   She and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole were sitting in the lounge with Pyotr
and Petra.  I assumed they were talking about our world and about our
colony and, I hoped, about the kind of loving family we were trying to
create.

   I had a long talk with Pyotr after he and Petra moved into their own
bedchamber.  He wanted to sleep with his sister as always and I told him
that he must not have sex with her.  He seemed to be intelligent and wise
beyond his years and knew that he could impregnate her before she even had
a period.  He insisted that it was his duty to protect her and he always
would and would never do anything that put her at risk.  I told him that I
trusted him to be a man of his word and we shook hands on that.

   Pyotr and Petra were gradually becoming accustomed to being apart. 
Pyotr had gone exploring twice with James and Toby and seemed to love
wandering the woods and mountain as much as they did.  On one occasion,
three grinning boys brought more large white eggs home from the swamp.  He
also seemed to want to hang around me and to help me when I was working.  I
think he was beginning to regard me as a father and friend.  Petra was
eager to help Jean-Nicole with cooking and was often close to Anna.  I
could see that she thought of Anna as a mother surrogate.

   "Anna, I'm going outdoors for a while," I said.  "I'll be on the top
terrace.  It's a good place to go to think.  Get Aimee to call me if
anybody needs me."

   "It's cold tonight," she said.  "Don't get chilled."

   "You can warm me up if I do," I said.

   "You can send him to get a hot shower, Anna," Petra said.  She grinned
at me, the same sort of grin that James used when he was having fun with
me.

   "Maybe I'll shower with him, Petra," Anna said.  "Maybe all of us girls
can give him a good bath.  Would you like to help?"

   "I would," Jean-Nicole said.

   "Me too," Caitlyn said.

   "I'm leaving before I get in trouble," I said.  "I'm going bear
hunting." I didn't dare wait to see what Petra said.

   I climbed up to the highest level of the terraces, sat down, and wrapped
up in the blanket.  The night air was still but very cold, and each breath
came out of me steaming.  The moon was nowhere to be seen and the stars
twinkled like a billion diamonds in the sky.  I knew this new world in this
universe was as uncaring and indifferent as my old one but I was beginning
to feel at home in it.  I had often felt like a visitor from another planet
in my old world.  I could never understand how so many held religious
beliefs which led to them killing each other.  Perhaps we could have a
world in which that never happened.

   The others had suggested more than once that we should all have another
night of sexual play, sex without seriousness, just fun, with no hurry to
get to orgasms.  I liked to do that too and I knew Anna did.  So far we had
not had any rules about what was permissible but I felt that a conference
to decide on rules or boundaries was needed.  Just thinking about it made
my penis awaken.  I fumbled one hand inside all my clothing and
straightened it out so it was against my stomach with room to grow.

   When Anna and I had sex, we both liked to have foreplay for an extended
period before we surrendered to the final act.  The others seemed to be in
agreement on that.  Sharing sex with Jean-Nicolle certainly changed my
attitude toward her.  I still had not enjoyed the final act with Caitlyn
but she seemed to be gradually more accepting of the possibility.

   But now we had two children to consider.  I had been thinking for days
trying to decide what the right thing to do was.  I knew one role of
parents was to teach their children about sex but to keep them from doing
it until they were mature enough to accept the consequences.  Should I, as
a surrogate father, try to protect Petra from sex for a few years?  Should
I let her make her own decisions about what to do sexually?  I accepted my
role as a protector and would throw myself at a bear to keep her safe. 
Should I try to protect her from two young horny boys?  I had no idea
whether her vagina was developed enough to hold a young boy's penis,
certainly not a mature male's penis.

   I sat there and looked at the sea, black as the sky with millions of
reflected lights.  I looked at the sky again and saw nothing but twinkling
diamonds.  I didn't expect any answers from either of them.  I knew how
cold and impersonal they were.  Should I be the same way?  Should I try to
protect Petra?  Maybe Pyotr needed protection too.  Should I let James and
Toby invite him to join in their daily jack-off sessions?  I was reasonably
sure that they would not try to fuck him in the ass.  Somehow I wasn't
worried about Pyotr but I kept worrying about doing the right thing for
Petra.

   I finally decided that the best thing to do was to call a conference
after breakfast the next day and to let everybody, including Pyotr and
Petra, have their say.  I wanted to have another night of sexual fun with
everybody, maybe including the twins, if I was convinced that we wouldn't
hurt them by including them.

   My butt was cold and I was tired of sitting.  I stood up, carefully made
my way down the stairs, and started toward the door to home.  I smiled. 
Perhaps a hot shower with some women and girls would be a nice way to relax
before bed.  I wondered what the girls would say when they discovered my
hard-on under all my clothing.  Like Danni or Gabi, would they say "Il ne
casse rien," or "Il faut le voir pour le croire."
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