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   Date of first publication: Wednesday PM, July 16, 2003



   Story codes: M/f /f/ com.

   Story intro: Don's passion for humanity gets him in an odd situation
while on holidays.  Under awkward circumstances he provides assistance to a
young runaway.  Angela's upbringing to this point has been less then
perfect.  Just when he thinks the relationship is showing promise Angela
hits him with a major complication.  Life is a bitch.



   Beauty at the Lake

   Another Story by

   Jack Spratt





   Life is good.  My cottage is set in a secluded bay on the shores of
Willow Lake.  Sheer rock cliffs flank the property; that ascends
approximately eighty feet straight up from the lake that borders of the
property.  Mother Nature only made four of these accesses on this side of
the lake and I'm the fortunate owner of one of them.  It makes for a very
private beach.  My closest neighbours are nearly two miles away on both
sides.  They have similar beaches.  The solitude is makes me want to
return. In the morning as the mist lifts from the lake, you can hear the
cry of the loons.  Watching the sun come up provides the panoramic beauty
of nature; fresh coffee makes it more enjoyable.  Sunsets are also special,
as the sun seems to disappear into the lake.

   My private time is very special to me.  I work in a very stressful
occupation often working sixty-hour weeks.  This, my retreat, recharges my
batteries and lets me see the world as it should be seen.  Recently there's
been a steady run of good fishing that helps my diet.  I usually go to the
local town two or three times a week as required for fresh supplies.  My
visitors are few and only by invitation.

   Little about myself I am Don Parsons.  A fifty-one year old widower
living alone as my wife died of cancer over twelve years ago, I do have two
sons that live and work on the west coast.  Not surprisingly, I haven't
seen them for years.  I work in the high tech industry and specialize in
computer viruses and some programming.  My specialty is viruses.  I have a
reputation of being able to locate and destroy them without losing data.  I
wish it was always the case, but some of the little devils really can make
a mess out of our client's records.



   I'm just completing my first week of a month of well-deserved vacation.
I've been coming here for years as a tenant.  Last year the owner, Jack
Fraser, suggested I buy the property at a very attractive price.  And
fortunately the last assignment I completed allows that to happen.  The
extra remuneration and the sizable bonus I received went into the purchase.
Heaven is now mine.

   The local town is about seven miles from my cabin.  I've replenished
supplies twice since arriving and another trip is in the offing.  It seems
every day I add to my list of forgotten items.  The trip is planned for
this afternoon.  Walking through the cabin I mentally try to review if
there's anything else needed I draw a blank?

   My trip to the store is uneventful as usual.  However, I notice the same
young girl sitting on the bench outside the general store; she was there
the last time I shopped.  She's wearing the same clothes that are obviously
wrinkled and soiled.  Looking at her it's obvious she's young and very
attractive.  Her dark skin is a contrast against her light blue but soiled
clothing.  What's she doing here?

   "Well I see you are back again."

   "Yes.  Every day it seems there is something missing.  Hopefully you
won't see me for a week."

   "Hey I want you to come in.  I love impulse shoppers."

   That's the owner.  He knows how I shop during my holidays.  I've been
coming to his store for years.  Every time I leave with more than I planned
on buying.  It's a running joke.

   "Who is that young lady sitting out on the bench?"

   "To tell you the truth, I think she's a runaway.  She doesn't seem to
have any money.  I've been feeding her for the last week.  And I think
she's been sleeping in my storage shed in the back."

   "Have you talked to her?"

   "Well I tried but every time she starts to tell me something she starts
with the sobs.  I'm not good around sobbing women."

   "Maybe I'll try on the way out.  She seems to be much too young to be on
her own.  She's wearing the same clothes.  She must be feeling a bit grubby
by now."

   Again I need a packhorse to carry all the purchases.  After loading the
van I approach the young lady.

   "Hello, miss.  My name is Don.  Can I help you?"

   She looks a bit startled.  Her brown eyes are large and magnetic.  It's
easy to see she has been crying.  Her clothes are really in rough shape
wrinkled and dirty.

   "Why would you want to help me?  I don't know you."

   "Well I've shopped here three times in the last week and every time
you're on this bench.  You either love this bench or have no place to go.
Which is it?"

   The tears start to flow.  Her sobbing is deep and shakes her body.

   "I've no place to go."

   "Would you like to tell me about it?"

   "No."

   "Ok.  Would you tell me your name?"

   "Angela."

   "Well Angela I've a proposition for you.  If you like I'll take you to
my cabin, feed you and give you an opportunity to clean up.  And I'll drive
you back to your bench tonight.  You can also call home and tell your
parents where you are if you like.  How does that sound?"

   "Why would you do that for me?  What do you want from me?"

   "Actually you remind me of a wonderful young lady I met during my last
work assignment.  And I am a sucker for a woman in distress.  I don't want
anything from you that you wouldn't offer freely."

   That got a smile.  Angela wipes her tears away.

   "Well I'd like a bath.  I do smell a bit ripe.  I've been on the road
for two weeks then I ran out of money.  The storeowner has been giving me
something to eat.  What he doesn't know is I've been sleeping in his shed."

   "Oh.  He knows but he's a soft spot.  He's a good person."

   "Ok.  I'll take you up on your offer.  You'll bring me back tonight?"

   "Yes.  If that is what you want.  Do you have any belongings?"

   "No.  My last ride kept my suitcase.  He wasn't a nice person."

   "What size are you?"

   Angela gave me her sizes.  Back to the store I went.

   "What did you forget?"

   "Do you sell young ladies clothing?"

   "Yes.  I've some not a large stock."

   "Well this is what I need."

   I went over the list, panties, a bra, T-shirt, jeans and a number of
personal items.

   "You talked to the young lady."

   "Yes.  As you said she appears to be a runaway but she wouldn't tell me
anything.  I offered to let her get cleaned up and feed her.  I told her
she could call her parents if she liked.  You'll likely see her tomorrow as
I promised to bring her back as a condition of getting her to come to the
cabin and get cleaned up.  I hope she'll tell me about herself.  She lost
all her belongings so I'm getting a few things for her."

   "Well that is good of you.  I would have helped more but when the tears
flow I get flustered."

   "Thanks for your help.  And if see does come back, keep an eye on her,
let me know if there is anything I can do."

   As I leave the store for the second time, I wave to Angela to come to
the van.  Once inside I give her the package of items.

   "I hope everything is to your liking.  It'll give you a change of
clothing.  You can wash your things after you shower."

   Angela goes through the items.

   "I can't pay you for this."

   "Did I ask you to?  It's a gift.  You're a damsel in distress and I am
Prince Charming."

   Angela rewards me with her smile.  Her face is strikingly beautiful. 
This's the first time I take note of the rest of her body.  She's well
endowed.  Her legs are long and shapely.  Actually Angela's a woman in the
physical term.  But she does have a smell to her.  That should be corrected
with a shower.  As I drive, I wondered what her story is.

   "Mr.  Don.  I didn't want to mention this but I do need some personal
items."

   "Angela.  My name is Don Parsons, but Don is fine.  Personal items?  Did
I miss something about your clothing?"

   "No.  I'm due to have my monthlies in a couple of days."

   Angela's embarrassed to tell me that.  She's looking down at the van
floor.

   "Well that's not a problem.  There is a small drug store as we leave
town."

   After parking in front of the store I give her twenty dollars.

   "Get what you need.  You may want to get yourself a toothbrush and a few
other items like shampoo, etc.  Here's another twenty."

   I watch as she heads to the store.  Angela's a mess.  But that mess has
an appealing body.  Her bum movements as she walks away get my body
thinking.  Wondering just how old she is as my body and mind create some
interesting scenarios.  Twenty minutes later she reappears with her two
large bags of personal items.

   "I'm afraid there isn't much change.  I needed everything.  I don't know
how I'm going to ever repay you."

   "As I told you, you owe me nothing.  I'm glad to help."

   During the balance of the trip to the cottage Angela just looks out the
windows.  She has a concerned look on her face likely wondering if
accepting my offer is actually a good thing.  I keep looking at her.  The
more I look the more I find attractive and somewhat exciting, I wish I knew
her age.  She'll be what dreams are about when she leaves.  Assuming she'll
be with me for the evening and then go back to her bench.  Little did I
realize what would happen?  She nearly jumps when we swerve off the highway
onto the road leading to the cottage Angela comes to life.

   "Where're we going?"

   There's fear in her voice.

   "This's the road to my cottage.  If you're uncomfortable, I will turn
around and drive you back to the store.  You can keep the clothing and what
you purchased.  And I'll give you money so you can rent a motel room,
shower and get a good meal.  It'll make me feel better knowing you are off
the street for at least one night.  But for what is worth I can assure you
I'll do nothing knowingly to make you feel anything but welcomed."

   "Why would you do that for someone you don't know?"

   "Well because I can.  There was a time when I couldn't but life has been
good to me.  I can easily afford to help you out.  It'll be my good deed
for the day."

   I moved the van over to the side of the road and stop.

   "It's your choice, whatever you desire I'll accept."

   I can see she is perplexed.  She's wondering if I'm for real.  Well I
couldn't blame her.  Considering all the kooks running loose she's every
right to be concerned and it sounds like she's met a few.  With her looks
men certainly will pursue her with evil intentions.

   "Ok I'll go with you.  But you promise to bring me back when I ask?"

   "Yes.  If that is what you want."

   The cottage is nearly seven miles off the main road.  The twists, turns
and many bumps make you feel you have driven fifty miles.  But it
discourages people from driving to the cottage.  Many have tried to race
down this trail only to break shocks and springs.  There're a few mufflers
and tailpipes on the side of the road to show evidence of stupidity.  I've
left them where they fell to discourage other adventurers.  It usually
takes about twenty minutes to get to the cottage if it hasn't rained and
created new washouts.

   I've always loved the feeling of driving over the last knoll and looking
at the cabin.  It's well balanced in the scheme of things.  The cottage is
over to the right as you drive toward it.  I've one out building which acts
as a catchall.  On the shore is a large boathouse; to me it's my private
heaven.

   I watch Angela's face as I drive up to the cottage.

   "Do you own this?"

   "Yes.  I just purchased it this year but I have been renting it for at
least seven years.  The former owner offered to sell.  I jumped at it."

   "It's beautiful so peaceful.  Do you get any storms here?"

   "Not very often when a storm does come it is usually heavy rain for an
hour and then stops.  Let me show you around."

   We walk to the dock.  Angela seems impressed.  There is a slight breeze
that ripples the lake.  The loons are just offshore, and one of them gives
out its lonely call.

   "This's the first time I saw or heard a loon.  We studied waterfowl at
school.  It's so quiet here."

   "Well.  My closest neighbour is two miles on either side.  There're only
four cabins on this side of the lake.  I love the privacy."

   "I can see why."

   I show Angela the layout of the property then we walk to the cabin.  She
seems impressed at the interior layout.  The Cook's tour of the cottage
didn't take long.  It has three bedrooms, a large common room which is the
kitchen and living room plus a large bathroom with a shower.  Angela seems
interested in the bedrooms.  I look at her and think to myself, we only
need one.  I wish.  I show her a spare bedroom she can use if she decides
to stay the night.  The kitchen has everything I need.  Years ago a power
line had been run into the cabin at great expense to someone.  I silently
thank them every time I get a cold drink from the large refrigerator.

   "What would you like to do first, a shower or something to eat?"

   "If you don't mind, I'd love a shower.  I stink.  I want to get out of
these clothes."

   "Ok.  There's everything you need in the shower soap, shampoo and towels
in the cupboard in the bathroom.  There's a washer and dryer built-in so
you can wash your clothes after your shower."

   "Thank you."

   Angela disappears into bathroom.  I hear the lock engage.  It isn't long
before there's the sound of water running.  I prepare a platter of cold
cuts, cheeses and some fresh buns for a lunch.  I get out steaks for
supper. Steak, baked potatoes, sour cream and a salad will go well for our
evening meal.  Now sitting in a comfortable chair on the deck waiting for
Angela; a tasty Black Russian helps pass the time.

   When Angela emerges from the bathroom, she looks fresh and delicious. 
Her full lips are so inviting, the urge to taste those lips is strong in my
mind.  She found one of my robes that I very seldom use but on her it looks
great.  Her breasts are moulded in the material and the sash is snug
accenting her hips.  The wrap swishes back and forth as she walks toward
me. I'm overwhelmed with the scent of shampoo and a body splash.  She must
have purchased some at the drug store.  It certainly isn't anything I had
in the bathroom.  Unfortunately my woody's reacting to this vision.

   "I feel much better now.  I felt so embarrassed for the condition of my
clothing but there's nothing I could do about it."

   "I'm glad I could help.  You can say here for as long as you like. 
Would you like to phone your parents?"

   "No."

   "Would you like to tell me how you ended up in Rexton?"

   "Maybe later."

   "Are you hungry?  I have laid out some cold cuts, cheeses and buns.  If
you stay for dinner, I've some steaks thawing.  However if you really want
to go back to your bench, I'll drive you when you want to go."

   "I'm hungry.  I haven't eaten since last night when the store owner gave
me some pizza."

   It's a pleasure watching Angela eat.  She doesn't hide the fact she's
hungry.  The food disappears rapidly.  She tops off the meal with two large
bowls of ice cream and a mug of milk.

   "Thank you, Don.  I feel much better now."

   "It was my pleasure."

   I suggest we sit on the deck and watch the world go by.  Angela follows
me.  She sits beside me on the lounge.

   "I spend a lot of time out here reading or just watching the lake.  It's
so relaxing.  My job is so stressful."

   "What do you do?"

   "I am a computer programmer.  My specialities are computer viruses."

   "I had a computer but my dad sold it."

   "Sold it?"

   "Yes.  He needed drug money."

   Well she gives me a bit about herself.  Dad's a druggie.  Her eyes start
to cloud, not wanting to press the issue at this time I watch her as she
regains her composure.  Angela's eyes are her focal point.  I would love to
see them when she's happy.

   "I hope you feel content.  Do you think you will want to go back to your
bench?"

   "Don.  I do feel good.  For some reason, I feel I can trust you.  I
don't know why but I feel comfortable around you."

   "I'm glad.  Usually I put people to sleep.  A good night sleep in a
comfortable bed will make you feel better.  It'll be better than sleeping
in a shed."

   Angela smiles, it's a killer smile.  Her eyes are bright, it makes me
want to more.  Then I realize I have only known her for a few hours.  Maybe
I need my head read?

   "Do you swim?  The water at the beach is really warm during the day.  I
should have thought of a bathing suit at the store."

   "I do like the water.  That was one of my only pleasures at home.  The Y
pool was close to the complex where I lived."

   Angela provides me with more information.  I would love to see her in a
bathing suit, preferably a skimpy bikini.  The vision of her is in my mind.


   We talk about many things in general, nothing personal.  The time goes
fast.  The afternoon's gone.  It's five o'clock.

   "I should start getting dinner ready.  I will light the barbeque.  How
do you like your steak?"

   "I haven't had many steaks and certainly not barbequed.  Nobody had a
barbeque in the complex."

   "Well.  I'll cook it medium-rare and if you needed it cooked more we can
put it back on the barbecue."

   "Ok.  I would like to go swimming if you don't mind."

   "No.  I don't mind.  What're you going to wear?"

   "Just panties and my bra, they look much like a bikini."

   I did want to see more of Angela.  My wish is about to come true.  I
wonder if she saw my woody showing its appreciation of her comment.  Angela
heads off for the bathroom.  I change in my bedroom.  I'm waiting on the
dock when I hear the door slam.  I turn and Angela is heading toward me.  I
freeze and stare.  Her bra and panties are of a white semi-shear material.
She must have had them in the washer.  Her breasts are full as I suspected
her tummy flat with a large deep belly button and her hips flow.  She's
long well-toned legs.  My desire for her magnifies.  My heart starts to
pound.

   "Do you like?"

   "Angela.  You're a very beautiful woman.  I love your complexion.  The
white makes it even more appealing to me."

   "You like a black woman?"

   "Oh yes."

   Memories came back to me about the young lady I met during my last
assignment.  She was a beautiful black girl/woman.  I plan on going back to
see her before the year is out.  She's still in school.  Angela reminded me
of her.

   We walk together to the water's edge.  I dive in.  When I surface, I see
Angela's feet disappear into the water.  She breaks the surface close to
me. I look at her with the water running down her face.  How I want to grab
her and kiss her.  Her being this close to me had me tenting.  We swim and
splash each other for nearly twenty minutes.

   "The barbeque should be hot now.  I've to make the salad."

   I walk to the shore.  Angela follows me.  Looking at her provides a
phenomenal view of her hard nipples pushing against her bra.  The panties
are moulded to her body providing a perfect example of a camel's toe, a
very large camel toe.  I can't help but notice black curly hairs on the
edges.  Her panties are pulled into her pubes giving me a good idea just
how beautiful she is between her legs.  Angela is a vision.  There's no
hiding my erection.  If she notices it, she doesn't let on.  On the deck I
give Angela a towel.  As we dry, I continue to study her.  I wish she would
tell me more about her situation.

   "Can I help with dinner?"

   "After we change, you can wrap the potatoes with foil and place them on
the barbeque."

   When Angela emerges from the bathroom, she has changed to jean shorts
and the top I purchased earlier today.  She really does the clothes
justice. My attention is on her pubes and how I would thoroughly enjoy
eating this young girl as dessert.  We hustle about getting dinner ready.
Since the potatoes take longer to cook than the steaks, we sit on the
deckchairs waiting.

   "Don, I like you.  You make me feel important.  It's a marvellous
feeling something I never received at home."

   "Do you want to tell me about it?"

   "Are you sure you want to hear?"

   "Yes."

   "My dad's a druggie.  He liked to beat up my mom.  We lived in a large
complex consisting of poor people like ourselves.  The place was dirty and
stank of filth.  My mom was a hooker before she hooked up with dad.  He
wasn't much.  We're on welfare most of the time continually moving from one
complex to another usually owing rent.  One of my teachers took me under
her wing.  She taught me that I was better than the atmosphere I was forced
to live in."

   I just nod.

   "Two weeks ago my father really beat up on mom, so bad she was
hospitalized.  The police took my dad away.  They're going to send me to a
home; that's when I ran away.  So I really don't have anywhere to go."

   "How old are you?"

   "Twelve.  I will be thirteen in five months."

   I feel sick about her situation.  I want to hold her and comfort her. 
But I want more.  I know my feelings are wrong but I can't help myself.

   "I'm sorry Angela.  For one so young you have had a real challenge in
life.  I respect you for what you have done to get out of your rut."

   "But what am I going to do now?  I don't have anywhere else to go.  My
mom's family is as bad as my dad's.  The last time we visited, her dad and
brothers kept hitting on me.  I wouldn't live with any of them.  The boys
would likely rape me."

   "Rape you?"

   "Yes.  That's how they get most of the young girls to start hooking. 
Some family member has sex with them and then puts them on the street."

   I have heard all kinds of stories but this is the first time from one so
close to the action.  My heart goes out to Angela.  My feelings are mixed.
I want to help her.  I don't know if it is out of kindness or if my body
has an ulterior motive.  Financially there's no problem.  My job provides
me with a very comfortable income more than I will ever need with my
current life style.  I've invested my surpluses fugally for years.

   "How young are they when they hit the street?"

   "From eight years up, the johns pay a very high price for child
hookers."

   "Well you can stay with me here until I go back to Abbotsville at the
end of the month, there're no conditions."

   A large tear rolls down Angela face.  She looks so vulnerable.  I can't
understand why anyone would want to hurt such a beautiful young woman. 
She's a twelve-year old preteen and looks like a walking wet dream.  I feel
ashamed the way I'm thinking about her but I can't help it.

   "Oh Don.  Other than the teacher I told you about, no one has ever done
anything nice for me.  All the boys in the complex and some of the men have
tried to get me to go to bed with them.  But I didn't want to end up like
my mother.  I want to go to school and make something out of myself."

   It takes some time to finally wrap my mind about what's happening.  In
the short time I known this young lady she has gotten under my skin.  I
look at her as a young vulnerable girl that needs protection.  Then I look
at her as a potential lover, can have it be both.

   "Well we can talk more after dinner.  I'll put the steaks on the
barbeque."

   Angela watches as the steaks hit the hot grills and start to sizzle. 
The odor makes my mouth water.  I'm hungry.  When they're cooked just
right, we eat.  Again Angela does the meal justice.  Her hearty appetite
makes short work of the steak and trimmings.  She enjoys the medium rare
steak.  Now we do have something in common.  After dinner she helps me
clean and wash dishes.

   "So Angela, what have you decided, are you going to stay or do you want
to go back to your bench?"

   "Don.  I'd want to stay.  Would you have anything I can wear for a
nightie?"

   My thoughts are birthday suit.

   "I think one of my oversized T-shirts will do.  Wait here I'll get it
for you."

   When I return, she holds up against herself.  It falls just below
heaven. My desire for her is getting worse.

   "What would you like to do?  We can sit and watch the sun go down and
then a little television.  I've a satellite."

   "That sounds good, can I have another shower?  I want to wash the smell
of the lake out of my hair."

   "Be my guest, you can have as many showers as you like.  We've lots of
hot water."

   Again I thank the unknown previous owner for running in the power line.
Power allows all the comforts of home.  I've a cell which works
surprisingly well in this area.  So I've everything that is necessary for a
comfortable stay and now Angela.  She disappears into the shower. 
Arranging the sofa to face the sunset, it'll be nice to have someone else
to enjoy it with.  Very few visitors every come here and I like it that
way. I've no close family.  I lost my wife many years ago.  My three sons
lived all over the country.  I don't see them that often.

   My T-shirt looked a hellva lot better on Angela then it ever did on me.
She's a walking dream.  The bottom of the shirt just covers her bum.  She
has tied her hair back in a ponytail fashion.  I just stare mouth hanging
open.  She walks to the railing a big smile on her face.  Angela should
always be smiling.  She gazes out over the lake lost in her thoughts.  The
sun shines right through the shirt.  Her silhouette is outlined.  There're
no panty lines.  My woody strains to appreciate the view.  She turns and
walks toward me.  I can see the outline of her bush pushing against the
T-shirt.  Angela is still smiling.

   "You seem a bit more confident."

   "Yes, Don.  You`ve been a man of your word.  You let me shower.  You fed
me.  I have walked around in my bra and panties.  Now I have only this
T-shirt on and you have not attempted to molest me or make a pass at me.  I
know you're interested.  I can see your interest."

   Angela is looking at my tenting pants.  I am hard and hurting there was
no use trying to camouflage the obvious.  I continue to stare.

   "Oh yes, I am interested in you.  But I told you I wouldn't take
anything you didn't offer.  I am a man of my word."

   Angela's in front of me.  It took willpower not to reach out and pull
her toward me.  My face is at her pussy level; my imagination has me
tasting her.  She moves even closer.  Now her pussy is six inches away .  I
look up.  Angela hands touch my face and slowly move to the back of my
head. She pulls me into her nether area.  I can feel her soft bush against
my face.  Her sexual scent is blended with her body splash.  I close my
eyes and lavishing the feeling running through my body.  Then I feel the
t-shirt being pulled upwards.  I move and it rushes by my face.  Her hands
pull me into her pussy.  Her scent is overwhelming, my mind wants more. 
The tight black curls are so soft.  There's a strong desire to spread those
lips and taste her.

   "Oh Angela, you don't have to do this."

   "But I want too.  Don, you're the first man that treated me like a lady.
You're kind and thoughtful.  My dad's a pig.  The males I know don't treat
a woman with respect.  They just take what they want."

   "I appreciate what you're doing, Angela.  But you don't have to.  What I
did for you today is without any strings."

   "That's why I want you.  I'm giving you my permission to touch me and to
teach me."

   And touch I did.  The first item is to spread her black pussy lips.  The
pink inner lips are moist and tasty.  My tongue licks her from the bottom
to the top.  One of her outer lips has a touch of grey on it.  It's quite a
contrast of beautiful colours.  I want Angela so much.

   "Maybe we should stop before something happens we both may regret."

   Hell I'm trembling.  The desire I've for Angela is enormous.

   "But Don, I love what you did to me.  Please do it again."

   "Angela.  I want you, more than anything in the world.  But if anything
happens, it has to be after tonight.  Too much has happened today.  I
wouldn't feel good about myself."

   "Ok, Don.  But I told you it's okay."

   "Angela, you're only twelve; underage in the eyes of the law.  You've
been exposed to a less than ideal home life.  I want you to be sure when
you offer yourself to me.  See how I'm trembling.  This's how much I want
you."

   She's in my arms.  Her kisses are so soft and exotic.  Her body is so
warm and comfortable to be close to.  We melt together.  Why should
something that feels so wonderful be considered inappropriate?  This's a
feeling that can last forever.

   We finally break.  I walk Angela to her bedroom.  I need a very cold
shower.  I head for the beach, strip and dive in.  The cool water works
miracles on my hard on.  I then have a long shower.  The house is quiet. 
Angela's bedroom door is closed.  I shut the cabin up for the night.  It's
been a long, challenging day.  I drop my wrap on the floor and get into bed
naked as usual.  I just settled down when the bed moves.  Angela wraps her
arm about me and gently grasped my cock.

   "Good night, Don."

   "Good night, Angela."

   It takes a while to go to sleep with a beautiful naked black
twelve-year-old sleeping next to me.  During the night we had manage to
kick the blankets off our bodies.  When I wake I have an opportunity to
study Angela's luscious naked body for the first time.  Her face is relaxed
in sleep.  She's the look of a dark beautiful angel.  Her body's a
magnificent form.  Her breasts are full and firm.  She's lying on her back
and the twin peaks stand proudly capped by very large nipples.  How I want
to lean over to kiss and suck them.  Her tummy's flat with a deep, cute
belly button.  The black curls herald the beginning of heaven.  Angela
apparently doesn't shave her pussy she just trims around the lips.  I
remember the soft downy feeling of her matt of hair against my face.  Her
pussy lips are full and puffy coated with a soft mist.  Her whole being is
dreams come true.  Angela stirs.  She slowly opens her eyes.

   "That is the best sleep I have had in years.  Don, you're a man of your
word.  You didn't touch me."

   "It took a lot of willpower.  You're so damn beautiful.  I was lying
here just enjoying the beauty of your body."

   "Don.  What I said last night still goes.  I want you.  You've my
permission to touch and teach me.  I've a lot to learn."

   I bend down and kiss both nipples.  Her body quivers.

   "I think we better get up and have something to eat."

   I'm thinking of a nice black juicy peach between Angela's legs.  But I'm
a gentleman.

   "Do you drink coffee?"

   "Yes I do.  Black."

   "Ok.  Follow me to the kitchen."

   I grab my wrap and head to the kitchen.  My morning woody is extra hard
this morning.  It isn't every day you wake up with a black vision as a bed
partner.  Angela appears in the kitchen, wearing the t-shirt and nothing
else.  There's a large comfortable chair beside the window where in the
past I have spent numerous morning reading week old newspapers as the sun
rises burning off the mist on the lake.  In Angela's case she sits there
and draws one knee to her chest.  Talk about working under stress; all
through the preparation of breakfast I'm face with Angela's black open
pussy flashing her moist pink labia.  My desire for her is obvious as my
cock on numerous occasions peeks between the folds of my robe much to
Angela's delight.  She has a knowing smile on her face.

   "What would you like to do today?"

   "Oh Don, I like it here.  I feel safe and so comfortable besides you're
a good cook.  Just enjoying the day is fine with me."

   "Well I was thinking we could take a trip to Abbotsville to that large
mall on the outskirts of the city and buy you some new clothing.  What do
you think?"

   "But Don you've done so much for me already."

   "Nonsense, your small wardrobe will not last all summer besides you need
a bathing suit and other things as well.  So let's finish breakfast and get
ready."

   "Okay if you insist."

   "Good.  Another thing please put your panties on; it's a very big
distraction.  I might fry my fingers instead of the bacon."

   "I didn't want you to forget what I look like."

   "I can guarantee there's no fear of that."

   As soon as everything is put away Angela disappears into her room. 
Quickly I shave and get ready.  Now that I've a guest my requirements will
change.  Mentally I try to envision every possible situation.  It helps to
kill time waiting for Angela to appear.  Finally she comes out sporting her
new tight low rider jeans and a t-shirt.  Her hair is still tied back in
the semblance of a ponytail.

   During the ride to the city Angela drops another bomb on me.  She's an
identical twin sister who also is still in the cycle of poverty.  She looks
at me with her large doe eyes in a silent plea.

   "Where is she now?"

   "Don't know; she would have had to go to with the welfare people to be
placed.  They've a large administration building on Larch Street."

   "What are you suggesting?"

   "Can you drive me there please?  I would like to find her."

   "Then what?"

   Now she's fidgeting.  I can feel what is coming next.  My life's already
changed drastically since Angela came into my life yesterday do I need more
complications?  I can only imagine the turmoil Angela is going through
wondering what has happened to her sister.

   "Do you have any other siblings?"

   "Siblings?"

   "Brothers or sisters?"

   "No only Jessica.  We're very close.  We only had each other."

   "Well I don't know what this will accomplish but I'll drive you there."

   Angela leans over and kisses me on the cheek.  I can smell her and wish
we could stop.  My desire for her continues to rack my being.  Abbotsville
has a number of very large malls; the one we visit is one of the larger
ones.  Angela's like a kid in a candy store believing she is a dream world
as I let her loose in one store after another.  With the number of
purchases she selects at the Gap I am sure their stocks rose fifty percent.
My Platinum Visa Card really takes several large hits.  When it's all done
we've visited three woman's stores plus the Gap and Victoria's Secret. 
Then a stop at a fragrance shop Angela couldn't believe the prices, finally
Wal-Mart to round out everything else.

   I'm concerned there won't be enough room in the van for everything as
bags and boxes are everywhere.  During the shopping spree she keeps telling
me this isn't necessary, each time I take her by the hand and tell her to
get more clothing.  It does give me a good feeling every time her face
lights up with a new purchase, many items are things she could only dream
about.

   "Don, I don't know how to thank you.  I've never had so much new stuff
in my life.  Usually mom would take a trip to Value Village every time her
welfare check came in to see what she could buy us."

   "Well I'm happy to do it for you.  Even if things change and we part it
is all yours."

   As we drive to Larch Street the thought of Angela's leaving hangs heavy.
How can I ever justify her living with me?  It is not like she could be
passed off as a long lost niece, nobody would buy that would they?  This
starts to perplex me.

   "This's it, Don.  See; there is a parking spot to your right."

   "What happens if you are recognized and they grab you?  All these
clothes won't fit me."

   "I've been here with mom before.  It's total confusion all the time. 
People and kids are walking about everywhere.  Nobody will even take notice
of me."

   Angela disappears into the large void of a building.  There's a steady
stream of humanity coming and going.  She's right about that, nobody would
be able to keep track of everyone all the time.  I wait.  There's a
newsstand at the end of the block; quickly I purchase three different
newspapers and return to the van.  What I don't finish here will be read at
the cottage.

   Nearly forty-five minutes later Angela returns to the van.  By the smile
on her face she must have some good news.  She gets into the car closing
the door.

   "I found Jessica.  She's in a large ward of lots of children.  She
hasn't seen the caseworker that brought her.  Since she's been picked up no
one has spoken to her.  Our social worker's on holiday and won't be back
till Monday.  All they do is feed the kids; they take care of themselves
for the balance of the day.  Then they put them in a ward to go to sleep.
There're so many kids that some have to sleep on the floor.  She was so
glad to see me.  We talked for most of the time.  Nobody even noticed me
among all the kids."

   "So now what?"

   "Would you drive around to the back of the building?  You'll see a large
parking lot where the staff parks as well as the public, just park."

   Angela has something on her mind but isn't about to tell me at this
point.  Slowly we drive around to the back of the building.  If the front
is bad for traffic the back is horrible.  Not only are there hordes of
people but also cars are turning in and coming out continually.  A traffic
cop is trying to keep some semblance of order in all this chaos.  It must
my lucky day as we turn the corner a car pulls out in front of us from the
curb.  She never even looked to see if there was any oncoming traffic.  I
had to stop or hit her.  Fortunately no one's behind us; rather than
cursing her I take her spot.

   "Now what?"

   "We wait for a bit."

   I've the sinking feeling Angela and her sister is planning the
equivalent of a jailbreak and somehow I ended up in the middle of it.  Then
I see her.  She's moving slowly with the throng of people not drawing any
attention to herself.  I look at her then Angela.  They're like book ends.
Both have the identical facial features.  The only way to tell them apart
is their hairdo.  Jessica is in an Afro.  Angela opens the door and stands
beside the van.  Jessica picks her out and moves towards her.  Jessica is
carrying a knapsack that I assume is her worldly possessions.  What a way
for these young ladies to live.  When she gets to the van Angela pushes her
into the van and climbs in.  It is a good thing this old van has a bench
seat as there no room in the back after Angela's shopping.

   "Don, this is my sister Jessica.  Please can we get out of here?"

   Slowly I move away from the curb nursing my way into the flow of
traffic. No one takes a second look at us.  Once away from the area I take
a closer look at Jessica.  It's uncanny how much they look alike.  Jessica
has the same features as her sister.

   "It was like you said, Angela.  I just packed my things and moved slowly
with everyone else in the building.  No one talked to me.  That entrance in
the back is full of people coming and going.  One woman was fighting with
her husband or whatever; all the security people were trying to get them
apart.  I just walked out of the building."

   "Won't you be missed?"

   "Not until my social worker comes back and that won't be for another
four days.  By that time no one will remember me or have any idea when I
left.  With all the other kids needing help all that will be in my file is
I ran away from the facility date unknown.  I'm not the only one that will
disappear during that time over twenty kids have left before me.  Not too
many kids like this place.  There're not enough people to look after all
the kids."

   "Okay, Angela, what're we going to do now?"

   "Please, Don, can she come with us to the cottage?"

   "What cottage, Angela?"

   "Don found me in the streets of a small town yesterday.  He fed me and
bought me all those clothes in the back seat.  It's a nice place, Jessica;
clean and so peaceful.  There's a small beach where you can actually swim
in clean water."

   Angela knows that I could never turn them in.  Slowly we head out of the
city not before we stop at a mega supermarket.  Two carts of groceries are
fighting for space alongside all of Angela's purchase.  My needs are simple
when I am alone at the cottage; I fish often and just supplement my fishing
with what I need.  However with two young females that have a lot of eating
to do to bring them back from the malnutrition of their past it'll take
more than the few fish I've been catching.

   Jessica's clothes are similar to Angela's of yesterday.  The only
difference is there are clean.  Angela must have read my mind.

   "Jessica and I are the same size."

   Driving within the speed limit I listen as the sisters fill in the time
since they last saw each other.  Jessica tells her sister that the social
worker is really pissed off that she ran away; apparently she's in deep
shit with her supervisor.  She'll be in deeper shit when she gets back and
finds out Jessica has disappeared as well.  When we turn off the road
Jessica looks at her sister.

   "This's the road to the cottage, Jessica.  It's a bit rough so buckle
up."

   As always the sight of the cottage gives me a boost.  After the events
of the day I need a large boost.  It takes nearly a half-hour just to
unload.  Angela and Jessica carry all her purchases her bedroom.  I yell at
Angela to show Jessica the third bedroom.  Nearly an hour later I have put
away all the groceries.  Both refrigerators are full plus this is the first
time since I have been here that the freezer has been put to use. 
Fortunately it ran as soon as I plugged it in.  I bought two buckets of
fried chicken and two large fries for dinner.  The oven is on low to keep
everything at least warm.

   With my newspapers and a very large double Black Russian I collapse on
the deck and let everything that has happened today settle in.  What the
hell am I going to do with two young preteens, twins?  Here at the cottage
nobody is going to question anything; however, when I go home to
Abbotsville it may cause a few eyebrows to turn.

   The sound of water flowing tells me one of the girls is in the shower.
My hopes of seeing Angela in bed with me are now dashed with her sister
present.  And I was so close.  Movement behind me causes me to look for the
source.  Both girls have showered.  Both have their hair in a ponytail.  I
can't tell them apart.  The little rascals are smiling at my discomfort.

   "I can't believe this.  How does anyone tell you apart?"

   "They don't; the only difference between us is I have a mole under my
right breast.  Jessica doesn't."

   "So you're Angela."

   Smiling she nods yes.  Jessica is fascinated with the cottage and the
trees.  She's still very nervous as she's talking continually.  Angela
suggests we all go for a swim before dinner.  The cool water will help me
take my mind off not being able to enjoy Angela's company this evening.

   Like yesterday I'm already in the water before the girls make an
appearance.  What an entrance they make.  Both are wearing thong bikinis
one white and the other a soft pink.  It's apparent Angela thought of the
Jessica when she was shopping.  Knowing what Angela looks like I am in awe
of the beauty walking towards me.

   "Don, I am sorry but I bought two of everything because I knew in my
heart I wanted Jessica out of that place."

   "Well it's money well spent."

   We're in the water for nearly an hour and all I do is stare first at
Angela and then at Jessica.  Both girls are not the least bit shy of
flaunting their succulent bodies at me.  It takes will power not to touch
Angela but I don't want to embarrass her or frighten Jessica.  When we're
done with the water I follow both girls to the cottage.  The sting of the
thongs is pulled deep into their ass crack giving the impression they are
naked.  My mind is doing things my body can't accomplish.

   Dinner is a noisy affair.  It is a good thing we had two buckets as the
only thing left is bone.  Both girls must have hollow legs.  Well they were
hollow before dinner.  It doesn't take long to clean up the paper plates
and plastic throwaway utensils.  Both girls are now parading before me in
semi sheer robes.  They both are wearing the same scent that keeps me in a
permanent state of erection.

   "Well, girls, it has been a long interesting day actually if you
consider yesterday morning I was here all by myself there has been some
major changes in my life.  I need a good night's sleep.  I will see you
girls in the morning."

   "Good night, Don, and thanks for everything."

   "Yes; thanks, Don."

   With their voices ringing in my mind the feel of water in the shower
starts to clear my boggled mind.  What is going to become of us all?  With
Pandora's Box open there is no way to put a stop to the events that are
sure to unfold.  The problem is what direction they are going to lead.  The
legal complications are enormous.  Being an accomplice in the flight of a
minor certainly will not earn me any merit badges with the powers that be.
What is to happen with the twins?  We have at least three weeks to decide
if there is some way out of this mess.

   Selfishly my thoughts are about what might have been tonight if Jessica
hadn't arrived on the scene.  Rinsing with very cold water seems to have
taken care of my perpetual hard on.  Both girls are in Angela's room
chatting merrily at least someone is happy about his situation.  Climbing
into bed alone with only my thoughts of what might have been; it takes a
long time before I fall into a listless sleep.  The star attraction in my
sensual dream is Angela.  She has her small hand wrapped around my tool
leaning over to kiss me.  Suddenly waking with a start realizing I am no
longer alone.

   "Don, did you think I forgot?"

   "But your sister?"

   "She understands more than you would think.  She thinks you are handsome
and kind and when I told her about this morning she wanted to finish it."

   "Finish it?"

   Angela rolls me to my back and then straddles me.  Her pussy gives off a
very aphrodisiacal scent.  Slowly she moves her crotch towards me face.  My
eyes focus on the faint outline of her cunt moving towards my mouth. 
Finally she is close enough for me to taste.  Angela is as excited as I am.
Her juices are overflowing dripping down my chin.  My tongue is enjoying
the tastes of its life.  It has been too, too long.  My hands are on her
soft bum cheeks exploring.  In this position the crack of her ass is
spread, my fingers find her tight asshole.  Eating her while my finger
slowly enters her from behind brings moans and sighs.  Twice Angela's body
shutters as she climaxes.  After sucking on her clitoris momentarily she
dislodges my mouth and moves her body down my body.  In the shadows her
hand wraps around my shaft guiding it to her heaven.  Slowly all seven
inches are swallowed as Angela lowers her body.

   "Oh, Angela."

   All I can feel is her body slowly rising then slamming downwards. 
Everything in the world has stopped.  The crescendo of my climax continues
to build.  Angela leans over kissing me then giving me her tongue.  Nothing
has prepared me for this.  Finally with no other option left my massive
eruption shoots straight up.  Angela pushes her body against me to maintain
maximum penetration.

   Coming down from a magnificent high I draw Angela down to me and kiss
her tasting her delicious mouth and tongue.  My hands are all over her body
touch and feeling everything.  Then the shock, there is no mole under her
right breast.  Jessica's on top of me!

   "Jessica!"

   "Don't be mad at Angela, Don.  I wanted to tell you how much I
appreciated what you have done for us.  Angela wanted so much to be here."

   "What am I going to do with you two?"

   "I don't know but you had better start thinking fast.  Angela's going to
want what you just gave me."

   Jessica lifts her body off my stub that slips out of her cunt with a
pop. She is now beside me her arm around my neck.  Angela is standing naked
beside the bed.  Her pussy is full and puffy.  She has been masturbating.
Later I find out she watched her sister and me.  She confides she loved
watching as much as she likes doing it.

   Leaning over, I manage to kiss her preteen pussy.  Like her sister she
is so wet I can feel the juice running down my chin.  She quickly follows
her sister's lead and straddles me lowering her cunt to my waiting mouth.
My tiny brain picks up a slight variance in the taste from her sister. 
Another slight difference is Angela's clit is thicker and longer then
Jessica's but is just as sensitive.  Ripple after ripple of climaxes run
through Angela's body.  Her asshole welcomes my finger.  Angela is weak
from climaxing; she is supporting her body on the bedstead.

   A small hand is working on my cock.  Jessica is caressing me coxing my
tool to get hard.  When I feel her warm mouth sucking it quickly recovers.

   "Angela, Don is hard."

   Angela quickly moves her body to accept my shaft.  Like her sister she
guides it to heaven and slowly encompasses its length.  I still can't
believe this is happening.  Twins both in the same night!  Slowly Angela
brings me to the brink.  Again my eruption is straight up.  I am totally
exhausted when Angela lifts her body off and slips down beside me.  Jessica
is on my left, Angela is on my right; that is the way we fell asleep.

   In the morning coming out of my deep sleep, my mind thought everything
must have been a dream.  Opening my eyes confirms the opposite.  Both girls
are still it the same positions at my side their arms draped over my body.
By moving slightly I can bury my face in Angela hair then moving the other
way in Jessica's.  Why can't I stop the world at this point in my life?

   My movements cause both to wake.  Their smiles are priceless.  Both kiss
me on the cheek.  Angela's hand is on my growing shaft Jessica is massaging
my testicles.

   "It was nice Don.  We both lost our cherries years ago to my mother's
younger brother.  Mom had him baby-sit us when we were eight and he raped
both of us.  Ever since then we have been careful not to be alone with any
males."

   "You're so gentle; it's the first time I climaxed without doing it
myself."

   "Me too."

   "Well girls this's nice but I suggest we get up and shower as we smell
like sex.  We have a lot to talk about."

   Both girls pout but do slip out of bed.  They look awesome together
naked.  Standing facing me both girls have cum seeping from their lovely
pussies, my white cum making small rivers on their black thighs.  Tight
black curls border both of their pussies.  The effect has me hard as a rock
a fact noticed by both of them.

   "Forget it, maybe later; we've to have showers then breakfast then talk.
Please girls I want it as much as you do.  God, you both are so beautiful."

   At breakfast we talk about the future.  The consensus is the social
services will make an attempt to locate them then they'll become a file in
missing children, one of thousands.  The problem is what to do next.  They
both have to go to school so they need a home in a good educational
district.

   I have the room at my home but how to introduce them to the neighbors? A
mature white male all of a sudden turning up with preteen black twins is
certainly cause for gossip in the area even more so because of their
devastating looks.  These two will be the focus of attention no matter
where they go.  Then my scheming mind thinks of a plan.

   All my neighbors know I usually take my vacation all in one shot.  I
have arranged with my next-door neighbors' son to do my lawns and flower
garden while away.  If I should turn up suddenly they will all inquire why?
I can start the deception by telling them my brother and his wife have been
killed in an accident and I have to drive to Kentucky to pick up my two
nieces.  Explaining to them I haven't talked to my brother in twelve years
I never knew he was married much less I had nieces.

   With this pretence I can load the van with suitcases like I am going on
a trip and come back to the cottage.  Four days later another trip to
Abbotsville with the twins will give the neighbors time to accept them and
the fact they are black.  The story being my brother married a beautiful
woman and they look like her.  Then after a week return to the cottage to
finish my vacation this time with my two new nieces.

   The plan with all its faults is put into action.  The girls agree they
will stay at the cottage, there's plenty of food and everything else they
need.  I will be back in four days.  When I arrive home the reaction of the
neighbors is as I expected.  Three come to me as I am unloading and
inquire. All give me their sympathy and offer to help in any way they can.
It doesn't take long for the whole neighborhood to hear about my grief. 
Three days later loading the car I leave for my imaginary trip to Kentucky.
A number of close neighbors wish me the best.

   When I arrive at the cottage the girls welcome me with open arms and
legs.  Being a responsible guardian has it rewards.  Angela's in my arms
kissing.  Jessica is trying to push her out of the way to get at me.  Both
take a hand and drag me to my bedroom.  Soon we are all naked.  Both girls
are on their backs with their leg spread.  Beautiful pink labia greet me.
Their pussies beckon my tongue.  They both smell and taste so deliciously.
Both girls have a white string extending from their pussies; they are
having their periods.  Priority, get them both on birth control.  Angela
inner lips have a touch of grey Jessica's are all pink.  After eating and
sucking both of their clits and bring them to their high several times I
have them roll to the tummies.  Spreading their bum cheeks reveals two very
tight openings that are super sensitive.  Both enjoy being tongued and
wiggle as the sensation run through their bodies.  Angela rolls over then
careful removes her tampon and beckons me to mount her.  Just the thought
of enjoying Angela during her period gives me the hardest cock in months;
my climax is one of the longest and fulfilling I have had in years.  After
we both clean up, Jessica isn't to be outdone she removes her tampon and
requires equal treatment.

   For the next five days we enjoy each other to the fullest and create a
plausible background for the girls that they will have to memorize. 
Another problem is school records.  They will be needed when they register.
Angela suggests she and Jessica go to their school and request them.  Their
family has the reputation of moving around so them requesting their records
is common.  A call to my employer surprises the personnel department when I
ask to have my medical benefits extended to cover my nieces especially
since my records show no family.  After a long-winded explanation about my
fictitious brother they change my coverage to family to include my nieces.

   The next call is to my doctor's office to arrange medical checkups for
my nieces for school; the excuse being they need them for the new school
year as they are transferring.  Without going into too much detail they
agree to prescribe birth control for both of them.  As the doctor said
they're at that age.

   Giving the surname of Parson will make it easier to register then in
school.  The problem is birth certificates.  The net provides the answer.
Replacement certificates can be obtained with certain information.  We have
all the requirements but need an address to have them sent.  That requires
a blind address.  A small town I pass through has a "Mail Depot" that
allows the clients to actually use a street address.  After renting a box
we print out the forms buy a money order and send the request.  All we have
to do is wait.

   Shocked is a loose term to describe the reactions of the neighbors when
I introduce my two beautiful black nieces to them.  Most accept them
without question, as we have been neighbors for fifteen years.  Only one
thought the situation is terrible.  All in all I'm glad the way it turns
out.  The girls are a hit at the doctor's office.  They're welcomed with
open arms.  Leaving armed with the needed prescriptions we head for the
pharmacy.  Later with three months protection for both and three packs of
condoms we head home.

   Numerous trips to the malls provide both girls with extensive wardrobes.
Many clerks get to recognize the twins.  They do stand out in a crowd. 
They develop the habit of dressing alike and styling their hair the same.
Every man that is still alive watches and dreams as the eye candy walks by.

   Our trip back to the cottage gets some sad goodbye from the neighbors
who have developed a rapport with the girls.  The girls enjoying so much
attention tell all they will be back in two weeks.  Stopping on the way we
pick up an official envelope at the mail drop that contains the birth
certificates all-legal and in order.  Our dissimulation has worked.

   This trip to the cottage is as family.  The privacy of the cottage and
the fact that you can hear any vehicle attempting to visit miles off as the
engines groan on the hills allows all of us to walk about as nudists. 
Swimming in the nude with my charges is a perpetual hardon.  Their nipples
harden every time the cool water hits them.  Everywhere we go I follow two
bare bottoms swaying from side to side.

   Angela has developed a thing for sex doggy style.  Jessica loves it on
top, as she likes to be in control.  Both of them love to be eaten which
has become a daily ritual.  From this point on for the rest our lives we
all hope that our detailed charade is never discovered.  We're family.

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