{ASST} Sara {Mr_Ed} {Mg, cons, Mb, MF, rom}
Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or
purpose other than to entertain. It should not be
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an
instructional manual in sex. If the idea of underage
sex bothers you, do not read any further.
Sara
by: Mr. Ed
Help Required
Sara's thirteenth birthday had been yesterday, and
nobody noticed nor said anything to her. Mind you she
did not have a great deal of time to pay it any mind
for her days were too busy to bother with anything
about herself. With the cooking for her mother,
brothers and sister, she had to fit the laundry in
between other activities, especially when she had to
change the bed sheets for her mother after she had
soiled them due to being unable to control her bowels.
Had it not been for Delano, the next one to her and
her biggest helper, she might not have been able to do
everything she needed to so the family could keep
going. At his age of eleven, he still spent a lot of
time playing rather than helping around the yard.
Breakfast had been particularly nice this morning as
Delano had collected a hand of green bananas and some
ackee yesterday and there was still some Milo left
over to make a chocolate flavoured drink for
everybody. Right now, though, Mommy was hunkered up
in bed, holding her belly and groaning enough to
disturb everybody. Sara could only wet a cloth and
wipe her face off in an effort to make her feel a
little better. The breakfast she had been so pleased
about sat where she had put it for her mother,
apparently untouched. In a way she was glad she had
only given her one banana and just a single spoonful
of ackee, otherwise it would have been a much greater
waste, and that she could not afford. When she was
able to get up, she would scrape it off for the yard
foul.
It had been nearly three months since her father had
died and was buried. The only way they could afford
to bury him was the volunteer work of some men in the
area that dug the hole to put him in. In one way, it
had been a relief since mother's failing health
prevented her from contributing to his care and now
there was one less sick person to care for. Sara had
felt bad when her father died, but did not shed too
many tears for he had always stayed apart from normal
family life. He could only be expected to stay home
consistently after he became ill. Even though he
often asked for a drink of rum, there was no means of
supplying him with one and now that demand was also
gone.
Leaving Mommy's side after she had stopped most of her
groaning, Sara went outside and called for Delano.
When he heard her call, Delano left off the chase of
his brother, turned and ran up to her on the veranda.
"Please keep an eye on Dwaine and Cassie for me? I'm
going up to the brown man's house to see if he can
help Mommy. She seems to be so much worse today,"
said Sara. With only a little grumbling, he agreed to
do as asked.
It was not too far to reach the brown man's house when
you took the shortcut through the bushes, and she
trotted over as quickly as she could. There was just
so much she had to do around the yard, and this was
just an interruption to her work, and something she
wanted to get taken care of. A couple of minutes
later, she was knocking on his back door.
"Good morning, Mr. Burns," said Sara when he opened
the door. "I'm sorry to trouble you, sir, but my
Mommy is in a lot of pain this morning, and didn't
even eat her breakfast. Is there anything you could
do to help?"
"I'm sorry to hear that, Sara," replied Mr. Burns.
"Just let me turn off the stove, and we'll go and take
a look. Okay?" He did not even give her a chance to
reply as he was already taking care of the stove.
Then he came out, locking the door as they left.
"Let's take the car around in case we need to take her
to the Doctor," he said, not expecting any answer.
Minutes later, the car was parked in the front yard of
Sara's home and he was following her into the house.
The groaning had become quite loud again and even the
younger children were beside her bed, watching their
mother, but were unable to do anything to help. Mr.
Burns did not take too long making an assessment of
the situation and how severe it was. Within a couple
of minutes, she was carried out to the car, the kids
were all shuffled into the front seat and then they
were driving out towards the main road.
Hospital
They had been sitting around the waiting room all
morning, and now it was early in the afternoon.
Between trying to keep control of her brothers and
sister, Sara had been able to sit with Mr. Burns, and
they had talked about things, particularly about what
she had to do around the home to keep it going. Since
she was not able to spend time talking to her mother
anymore, he had become the only adult that seemed to
care enough to listen to what she had to say. He had
been kind and generous to Sara and her family, often
being the only means of getting food and other things
they needed. Sara had built up a high level of trust
in the man, since anytime he gave them money, she
would always carry back the change after buying what
the money was for. Sara was always glad to do it,
because she was always rewarded with a hug from Mr.
Burns for being so reliable and trustworthy. It felt
good to be hugged, and mother never did that since she
had become so sick.
A nurse and a doctor were talking just inside the door
of the waiting room and looking in their direction.
Then the nurse approached them, took Sara by the hand
and said, "I would like to talk to you for a minute,
dear. We can go into a room over here to talk.
Okay?" Sara followed along as requested.
"You're mother is very ill, Sara," said the nurse.
"She will need to stay in the hospital for awhile.
Are there any adults there to take care of you and
your family?"
"I can do that, miss," responded Sara. "I've been
doing that for the longest time already. How long do
you think it might take for her to get better?"
"We don't know that right now," replied the nurse.
"It might be quite awhile, though."
"Then I guess it's time to get back to the yard and do
what I have to. Dwaine and Cassie have not had lunch
yet and are complaining about being hungry. There is
so much I didn't do this morning, I don't know how I
am going to get everything done today."
"Well, if you will give me a minute or two, I am sure
I can find some things around here that you can give
them for lunch," said the nurse.
"Oh, that would be wonderful, miss," declared Sara.
"Thank you every so much!"
Five minutes later, the nurse returned. She had a
tray of some hospital type things and below hung a
black bag. "Before you go, Sara, we would like to
take a test from you to help us in treating your
mother. Would that be alright?"
"If it will help, sure," she said.
Needles in the arm were not Sara's favourite things to
happen, but she held still while the tube filled up
with the dark red of her blood. She held the arm bent
as told while the nurse showed her the contents of the
black bag, holding enough bottles of drink and bags of
snacks for everyone, including herself to have one.
She was delighted, as that meant she could go on with
the work and not have to bother preparing lunch. Not
only that, the snacks were a rare treat for them, and
the kids would be happy. When the bandage was put on
the spot where the needle had been put in, she was
free to return to her home.
In the waiting room, she divvied up the goodies for
lunch, and even had one for Mr. Burns, but without a
drink. She told Mr. Burns that they were going to
keep her mother in the hospital, and that they had
told her she could go home now. She thanked him for
helping so much, and apologized for being such a
bother to him.
"Now, Sara," he said with a stern look on his face.
"Don't let me hear that kind of talk again. We are
neighbours and friends. You need help right now as
these are hard times for you and I am pleased to be
able to help. You are not to be sorry for something
that is not your fault. You hear?"
Sara could not answer Mr. Burns, except for nodding
her head up and down. The tears had broken through
the barrier she normally had to hold them back and she
could not even eat her snack right now. When Mr.
Burns put his hands on her shoulders, she yielded
herself to him, came into his hug while she tried not
to wet up his clothes with her tears. It did feel
good to be held by him and he had been so kind, not
only today, but in the past. She clung herself to
him, and enjoyed his hand rubbing her back.
When the tears subsided, Mr. Burns told her she should
finish her lunch before going into the car. She had
no objections, for she was both hungry and thirsty.
While she ate, she told Dwaine and Cassie how Mommy
needed to stay in the hospital to get well. She told
them how she needed their help around the yard, and
that she wanted them to be especially good until Mommy
came home. Five minutes later, they were on the way
back to their yard.
Back In The Yard
Parking the car in the front yard, Mr. Burns came out
with them, and told Sara he wanted to know what she
had to do that day. "Nobody has bathed yet today, and
it is already the afternoon," she started. "It is the
day I normally do the sheets off Dwaine's bed, and his
dirty clothes, and then there is supper to be cooked.
I hope there is enough time for his sheets to dry as
he needs to have them on the bed to be able to sleep
on them tonight."
"Would it be of help to you if I took the sheets and
his clothes up to my house and washed them in my
machine? It would make sure they are ready and dry
for tonight," suggested Mr. Burns.
"That would be wonderful!" declared Sara. "Thank you
again, sir! Give me a minute to collect them. Okay?"
"Go ahead, dear!" said Mr. Burns.
It took her a couple of minutes, but she collected
everything, and wrapped them all in his bed sheets.
Returning to Mr. Burns, she handed him the bundle, and
offered her last package of soap for him to use. He
said he had more than enough soap and refused her
package. Then he asked what she was going to make for
supper.
"We have some yam, chicken foot, soup mix and flour.
It will make a nice soup for supper for everyone," she
declared. Satisfied, he left with the bundle of
clothes in the back seat.
Return Visit
Still at the table with the last little bit of their
soup, Mr. Burns suddenly reappeared at the open door
of their home. They had not heard a car, so they knew
he must have walked through the short cut. He was
carrying a duffel bag on one shoulder. Sara started
to get up to greet him, but he told her to sit back
down and finish her soup. He said he would wait.
"There is still some left over, Mr. Burns," said Sara.
"The chicken foot is done, but would you like to have
some?"
"That sounds delightful," he said. "May I come in and
dish it up while you go ahead and finish?"
"Sure!" declared Sara.
He came in, setting the bag down just inside the door,
and went over to the stove. Sara told him where to
find a bowl and spoon, and he dished up some for
himself. As he turned from the stove, Sara got up,
declaring she had finished and he should sit there.
With his first mouthful, he turned to Sara and said,
"This is good! I had no idea you could cook such a
nice soup!" Sara smiled and turned her face down and
away, trying to hide her embarrassment.
When the soup was done, he thanked her, got up and
went over to his duffel bag. Opening it, he took out
the neatly folded clothes and sheets, setting them on
the foot of the nearby bed. The structure was a one
room dwelling made out of boards, and you went from
one room to the next by turning around.
With her face lighting up, she checked over the
clothes, and said to Mr. Burns, "Everything is so neat
and clean. I don't think I have to iron anything
here. Thank you, Mr. Burns. This is wonderful."
"No problem, my dear," he replied. "Now in the
morning, why don't we go into town and check on your
mother?"
"That would be great, Mr. Burns," replied Sara, "but I
am sorry we are putting you to so much trouble."
"Tell me what more you need to do today," instructed
Mr. Burns.
"Just bath the kids!" she declared.
"Don't they bathe themselves?" he asked.
"Not if they are to get clean," she explained. "All
they want to do is get wet and play in the water."
Turning to the kids she said, "Get your clothes off,
and come bathe!" They obeyed almost immediately. She
turned to Mr. Burns and said, "If you weren't here,
they wouldn't be this good." Then she stood, and took
off her own clothes, without any hint of being
embarrassed in front of Mr. Burns.
He watched in delight as they each had their turn to
be soaped up and scrubbed, and then rinsed off with a
bucket of water thrown over them. They each went
inside, except little Cassie who still needed to be
dried off.
"Would you mind drying off Cassie, Mr. Burns?" she
asked. "Then I can go ahead and bathe myself."
He took up the only towel he saw, and little Cassie
came over to him, standing there obediently as she was
dried from top to bottom. When he reached towards her
crotch, she spread her legs to allow him to dry there
without even being asked. As he finished the little
six year old, he looked over to see Sara struggling to
reach her back. "May I help you with your back?" he
asked.
"Would you, please?" she said. Handing him the cloth,
she turned to face away from him, and stood there
while he scrubbed her back, right down to the top of
her buttocks where he left off. She continued with
the rest of herself when he returned the cloth, and he
enjoyed watching her, even when she spread her legs
apart to do her crotch. Then it was his turn again,
as he took up the bucket of water that was already
there, and poured it over her, washing away the soap
that remained. He had to smile as a result of her
sweet innocence and trust, and she returned his smile
with one of her own. Then it was drying time, and
again, he was asked to dry off her back. He was quite
willing, and she stood there while he did her back,
and then each of her arms. Returning the towel to
her, he watched while she finished the job.
"Is that everything you need to worry about tonight?"
he asked.
"Yes sir! All I have to do now is get everybody into
bed."
"Are you going to be alright here alone tonight?" he
asked.
"We have each other, and we will be fine, thank you,
sir!"
"Then I am on my way to my place while there is still
enough light to see by. Good night, Sara. I'll see
you in the morning."
"Good night, Sir!" she said as he headed down the
shortcut. Then she turned to go and get on her
nightgown.
Unexplained Absence
Mr. Burns did not come by the next morning. By the
middle of the morning, Sara went over to his house,
but he did not answer the door. She came back to her
yard, wondering if something had happened to him, and
what she could do. No answer came to mind.
It was almost noon when they heard a car coming down
the road towards their house. A second car followed
immediately behind. The first, to Sara's relief, was
Mr. Burns, while the second was a lady in fancy
clothes that made Sara think of a teacher or a
business lady, like she had seen downtown when they
went there.
"Good morning, Sara," said Mr. Burns as he got out of
the car. Sara immediately ran over to him and threw
her arms around him.
"I was so worried something bad had happened to you,
Mr. Burns," she declared. "I am so happy to see that
you are alright."
"Sara, I would like you to meet Miss Needham, from
social services. She has something to speak to you
about. Delano, you stay with Sara, and I will take
Dwaine and Cassie over there for a little talk."
Mr. Burns watched while Miss Needham spoke to Sara and
Delano. When Sara bent down as if her knees would not
hold her, he knew the news had been delivered. Then
she was running across the yard and straight up into
his arms.
"Why, Daddy?" she asked. "What are we going to do?"
Fear had her in its grip, and he hugged her close,
whispering to her about everything would work out.
Delano walked over slowly, like he had been beaten and
had no heart to move any faster. When he came close,
Mr. Burns reached out and took him in a one arm hug
while he continued to hold Sara in his other arm.
Then the dam broke in Delano, and his tears poured
out. They had just learned that their mother died
early this morning.
The other two children were frightened by the upset
they saw in their big sister and brother, and they too
were crying, not knowing what the original problem
was. "It was Delano that finally spit out to them
that Mommy died, and they didn't have anyone to take
care of them."
Fortunately that was enough to reach past Sara's
distress, and she said, "You don't think I can take
care of you? I've been caring for you all along, and
you seem to be doing okay!"
"I know, Sara," he said. "you have been real good.
Will you still take care of us?"
"You're damn right I will," declared Sara. "We will
be just fine, and I'll bet Mr. Burns will even help us
when he has time. He has been so good to us until
now, and . . ." The tears took over again, preventing
her from finishing.
Turning her tear covered face towards their friend,
Sara asked, "May we ask for your help once in awhile,
Mr. Burns? We don't want to bother you, but . . ."
This time it was Mr. Burns that stopped her, saying,
"You know I will be whatever help I can be anytime you
need it. But Miss Needham has something more to talk
to you about. You should listen to what she has to
say."
"Yes, Daddy," said Sara.
"That's twice I heard you call Mr. Burns, 'Daddy',
Sara," said Miss Needham. "Is that how you feel about
him?"
"Oh, Mr. Burns," said Sara. "I'm so sorry, sir. I
think of you like a Daddy, and I pretend sometimes
that you are my Daddy. I didn't mean to insult you,
sir! I'm sorry!"
"Insult me?" said Mr. Burns. "That is the biggest
compliment you could give me, and I am very flattered.
You have no reason to be sorry for that, my dear Sara!
If it was up to me, you would call me that all the
time. I wish you, Delano, Dwight and Cassie were my
children."
When Sara heard that, her face brightened
considerably, and then she wrapped herself around him,
saying, "Oh, Daddy! Thank you! I love you, Daddy! I
love you!"
The interchange had been enough to help the two
younger children from reacting to the news of their
mother's death. Even though they called her Sara,
they were much closer to Sara than their own mother,
for it was Sara that had taken care of them for as
long as they could remember.
Miss Needham took Sara from Mr. Burns, and took her
out into the yard a few feet. Then she could be
heard, saying, "There is every reason to believe I
could get some people that will take care of you and
your brothers and sister. You are too young to be
caring for yourselves, and deserve a better chance
than that."
"Would they come to live here?" Sara asked.
"No, you would have to go to wherever they lived, and
if we are lucky, maybe one or two of you could go to
the same place," said Miss Needham.
Sara stepped back from her, shouting, "Go different
places? No way, miss! We will stay together, and I
will take care of them. This is our home!"
"But there are so many things that can happen to you
without proper adult supervision!" declared the social
worker.
"We have Daddy, and he can supervise us! He is a
wonderful man, and is so kind. We can't go to
different places, with people we don't know. We would
just run away, and come back home. This is where we
belong!"
"Okay, Sara!" said Miss Needham. "Please calm down.
Let me talk to Mr. Burns for awhile, and we will try
and work out something for you. Okay?"
"We trust Mr. Burns," said Sara. "Okay!"
The two adults talked for a long time, well beyond an
hour. Sara went about doing what she had to do in the
home that day, and put the other children to help in
their own little ways. She was in charge, and they
knew it, responding to her as if she was their mother.
Lunch was made from a tin of tuna and some bread, and
the adults refused the pieces made for them. She cut
those into four, and then shared the pieces amongst
the kids and herself.
Finally, Miss Needham said to Mr. Burns, "Our system
is not too sophisticated, and many cases slip through
the cracks because of it and because we are so busy.
Since you are willing, and have the resources, I will
let this situation slip through the cracks until I
hear from any one of you that it is not working out.
In addition, I might be able to get some help for you
with the school fees and books, even if it is only for
the first year. That might be a little difficult, but
I will try. Is that acceptable to you?"
"Very, Miss Needham!" declared Mr. Burns. "Thank you
for caring enough to understand, and I will do my best
with them. They really are good children, and don't
deserve less."
To Sara's relief, Miss Needham was heading towards her
car, escorted by Mr. Burns. She stopped before she
sat down in the car and said to Sara, "If you ever
need me, Sara, you may call the number on this card,
and I will try and help." Sara walked over and
accepted the card from the lady. Then she was in her
car and driving away.
Changing Circumstances
"You must have fixed things up for us, Daddy," said
Sara to Mr. Burns.
"Sort of," he replied. "Let's go sit down at the
table and talk amongst ourselves." As they headed
inside, the other children were called in, and came
running.
"What has happened is very tragic, and according to
the laws in this country, you children should be sent
to live in foster homes. Miss Needham is a very kind
lady, and is willing to not do that as long as we are
able to work together like a family. Do you think we
could work together so she does not need to take you
guys away?"
There were very definite declarations that they would
be good, and do everything they could to stay
together. "Are you going to be living here, Mr.
Burns?" asked Delano.
"Let me answer that in a moment, Delano," he said.
"First, we are likely to become much closer to each
other, and you should be able to call me Uncle Bruce,
or Daddy, whichever you feel best about."
"Can I really call you Daddy?" asked Cassie.
"You certainly may, if you want to Cassie," he stated.
"I pick Daddy, too," declared Dwaine.
"Do you mind if I call you Uncle Bruce outside the
yard, and Daddy when we are home?" asked Delano. "I'm
just not sure, yet."
"That would be fine, Delano. I do not want to force
you into anything you don't feel comfortable about.
Is it a deal then?" he asked as he extended his hand.
Delano took his hand, shook it, and then let it go.
His arms were wrapped around Bruce's neck, and he was
holding him as tightly as Sara had.
"You are already Daddy to me!" declared Sara.
"The next thing is, how would you guys like to come
and live up in my house. It is large enough so you
would have bedrooms, a separate kitchen, a room to
watch TV in, and bathrooms."
"You have a TV?" asked Delano.
"Of course I do. I forgot, you don't have one here,
do you?" he said. "Yes, Delano, you would all be able
to watch television, but there would be some
restrictions."
"What kind of restrictions?" asked Dwaine.
"It goes off at bedtime. You can't watch it all day
long. Things like that," explained Bruce.
"It sounds like heaven, Daddy," declared Dwaine.
Cassie just got up from where she was sitting, and
climbed up on his lap, as if it was the most natural
thing in the world to do.
"I'm sorry Mommy died," stated Sara, "but I am kind of
glad, too. It sounds like things will be so much
better for us; it is like we are living in a dream.
Do you know why she died?"
"She died of Aids, Sara. That is why they took the
blood sample from you in the hospital. They wanted to
check to see if you had got it from your mother. Your
test turned out negative, which means you are fine.
"So when are we going to start living at your house?"
asked Sara.
"If everyone agrees, we can take a few things and go
there now. We should take any food stuff you have
here, and then we can make more trips after you see
the place. The bed will need to move as well, so that
you guys will have a place to sleep tonight."
On instructions from Sara, Delano headed outside to
find a few empty grain sacks to pack the food into and
then raided the cupboards and the fridge, taking out
everything except the two bottles of beer that their
mother had left. These things were put into the back
of the car and then they drove around to see their new
home.
House Inspection
Everyone carried something from the back of the car as
they headed towards the back door of the house. Once
Daddy opened the door, they stepped inside, and Sara
almost dropped what she was carrying. Both her hands
went up to her mouth as she saw the kitchen, the
beautiful white fridge and stove, the counters and
cupboards. She had only seen something like this in
pictures and they were only a dream, they simply could
not exist in reality; but there it was, just like a
picture. Slowly she walked around the kitchen,
touching each of the things, and admiring how
beautiful everything looked.
Walking up behind her, Bruce put his hands on her
shoulders. She spun around at his touch, looked
straight at him and wrapped his neck in her arms. "It
is so beautiful, Daddy! Is it real? Is this your
kitchen?"
"No darling, it is not my kitchen," he said to her
surprise. "It is OUR kitchen, for this is a part of
your home now!"
"It is so beautiful, Daddy!" she reiterated.
"What is this, Daddy?" asked Delano.
"That is the dish washer, son!" he answered. Bruce
had noted the term 'Daddy' and called him 'son' very
deliberately. "Here, let me show you. My dishes from
yesterday are still in there."
Opening the door, they looked inside to see spotlessly
clean dishes. Pulling out the silverware basket, he
stepped over and proceeded to return them to the
proper place for each type, with four heads peering
around to watch. Returning the empty basket, he then
removed and stacked up the dinner plates, and other
items. These he opened various cupboard doors to
return them to their proper place. Finally he took
out the glasses and cups, and put them back in the
proper places, and closed the dish washer door.
"Am I allowed to come in here and cook?" asked Sara.
"I'm so afraid of messing up something."
"If you mess it up, then it can be cleaned up. Of
course you may come in here and do whatever you would
do in a kitchen. This is your home!"
Going over to the refrigerator, she opened the door
and looked inside. When she finished looking over
everything, she closed the door, and opened the little
one beside it. She recognized it for what it was a
freezer; full of all sorts of things she could not
identify. When she closed the door, she looked at
something that was recessed into the freezer door, but
could not make out what it was for. Bruce was
watching, took a glass from the cupboard, pushed it
under the slot and some ice cubes dropped into the
glass. Then he put it under the other thing that came
out at the top, and the glass filled with water.
Handing it to Sara, she took a sip, and then a big
drink. Passing the glass to Delano, he also took a
drink, and realized he had finished it without sharing
any with Dwaine or Cassie. Bruce took the glass, and
refilled it, passed it to Dwaine for him to have a
drink. Dwaine shared his glass with Cassie.
Before leaving the kitchen, the things that needed to
go in the fridge from their place were added to what
was already in the fridge. Then they returned to the
car, went back to the other place and looked at it
from a new perspective. It didn't look quite so
inviting this time. With directions from Bruce, and
guidance from Sara, each collected their clothes from
their own drawer and some of the clothes on hangers
behind the screen. That left the dresser and behind
the screen virtually empty. Black plastic bags were
used to hold them in and they were removed to the back
of the car. From the inside again, they worked
together to remove the big bed, since it was big
enough to hold all of them. It came out in two
pieces, with the mattress put on the roof top first,
and then the base was added on top of that. Bruce
tied them down firmly, and everyone climbed into the
car for the return to their new place.
When the two front doors were opened, work stopped
again. Bruce watched as they slipped inside and began
looking around what they saw. There were many other
doors leading off from the entrance, but they were
looking at the polished tile floor, the immense
chandelier that hung in the centre, and the curving
staircase that led to the upstairs. The ceiling was
way above their heads, since it was over two floors
high. All around the entrance were various plants,
flowers and other things all designed to make it look
so impressive and beautiful.
"Come on, guys," said Bruce. "We need to get these
things in and upstairs." With everyone helping, even
little Cassie, the bed was taken upstairs and then
into one of the rooms behind the many doors that were
there. This room, however, did not have anything in
it, except the bed they carried in.
"We will see about what we need for you guys in the
next few days, but can you make do with this for now?"
asked Bruce.
"This is super, Daddy," declared Sara. "We will be
just fine. No! Better than fine! This is great and
we all thank you, Daddy." Sara set the example by
throwing herself around Daddy, and each of the others
followed suit, little Cassie taking possession of one
of his legs.
"Enough, guys! Now back to the car, bring your
clothes and other things. Delano, will you make sure
the car is locked when everything is out, son?"
"Yes, sir!" replied Delano, obviously pleased such
trust was being placed in him.
When everything had been brought in and those on
hangers hung in the closet, and their plastic bags of
clothes set on some chairs that Daddy had brought into
the room, he said it was getting late, and time for
them to bathe.
Following behind Daddy, they were shown to the
bathroom, and again stared in wonder. The toilet, the
sink and the bathtub were all sparkling white, and
there was a large mirror on the wall behind the
counter that held the sink. They had never imagined
this would be a place to bathe. Turning on the water,
Daddy suggested they had better get their clothes off
or they would be put in the shower with them still on.
Everyone giggled and stripped before the four climbed
in under the stream of warm water as it washed over
them. Bruce sat on the closed toilet seat cover, and
watched the proceedings, providing them clothes and
towels as they were required. Their laughter and
little cavorting around made him feel good, and that
he was allowed to be there made him feel privileged.
When everyone was finished, they realized they had not
brought their bed clothes with them, and were told to
get back to the room and find them. Three of them
emerged in shorts, but the fourth, Sara, came out
still naked. "I forgot to take up my nightgown," she
stated.
"Let me see if I can find something in my room then,"
said Bruce. As he headed towards his room, he felt
Sara's hand slip into his, which he accepted without
question. The others followed along, wondering about
where he slept.
Entering his bedroom, Sara came to an abrupt halt, and
her hand slipped out of his. Again they were staring
around the room, finding it outside their normal terms
of reference. The bed was larger than any they had
ever seen before, with a fancy headboard and posts at
each corner. It had not been made, and the covers
were turned back from when he had received the call
from the hospital. The sheets and the pillows were
matching white with a faint blue pattern, and the
pillows were larger than any they had ever seen. On
each side of the bed was a table with drawers
underneath, lamps on each and a telephone on one.
Around the rest of the room were other furniture,
including a desk, a dresser, and a wardrobe, all of
them matching each other, and similar to the headboard
and side tables. On the floor was a soft carpet from
one wall to the next, and another rug could be seen
under the bed and extending out both sides as well as
from the foot of the bed.
Daddy went to his dresser and opened a drawer. From
there he found a white pullover shirt which he brought
over to Sara. He slipped it over her head, helped her
put her arms through the sleeves, and then slipped it
down over her nakedness. Sara looked down at it, and
rubbed the soft smoothness of the fabric, looked up at
the man and once again embraced him. "It is so
beautiful, Daddy," she said quietly in his ear.
"Thank you."
"Everything is so beautiful," said Delano. "Yet it
looks so plain from the outside."
"You have discovered one of my secrets, son," said
Bruce. "I am going to ask all of you to not talk
about the inside of the house with anyone outside. By
having the house look plain, it is not so likely for
someone to want to try and break in and steal things.
But inside, I like to have my home comfortable and
nice. Do you understand?" He received a chorus of
assurances that it was to be their secret, and that
they would never tell anybody.
"I am sorry to trouble you, Daddy," said Sara, "but I
am feeling a little hungry. We've not had any supper
yet, and I would like to make something for us. Would
that be alright?"
"It happens that that was the next thing I intended to
deal with. Why don't we work together to see what we
can find to eat? Is anybody else hungry?"
Supper With A Surprise
Bruce collected what he needed from about the kitchen,
and had Sara put plates, knives and forks on the
kitchen table, while he put things into dishes. When
he put one of the dishes into the microwave, he had
all the kids standing around watching. When he took
it out a couple of minutes later, the steam was rising
from the dish, and there was an undercurrent of
chatter amongst the four children. They had never
seen anything like that before, and so very fast.
When they were sitting around the table, eating the
still hot food, it was like they were eating ice
cream, and relishing each mouthful.
After the meal was finished, they thought, Bruce got
up and went to the fridge, taking out a box and
setting it on the counter. While he worked on it, he
said to Sara, "I learned from Delano that you had a
birthday the other day, Sara, and nobody said anything
to you. Well, birthdays are important events in our
home, and you deserve to have your birthday
recognized." When he turned back to face the table,
he was holding a big chocolate cake, with thirteen
candles burning on top of it. As he walked towards
the table slowly, he began singing 'Happy Birthday' to
Sara, and all the other kids joined in. Sara sat
there and fought to hold back the tears, without the
greatest success. Nobody had ever treated her like
this!
After the cake had been set before her, she was able
to blow out the candles and have her hand guided
inside Daddy's big hand while she made the first cut.
Then she could wait no longer and again wrapped
herself around this man she loved more than any other
person she had ever known, even more than her own
mother and father.
With her emotion running so deep, Bruce ended up
carrying her over to the kitchen counter, and she was
set down while he talked quietly with her, helping her
regain control over her emotions. When he could see
she was recovering, he finally said, "You are making
your brothers and sister look at that cake, and not
letting them taste it. Let's go get some cake for
everybody!" She nodded and accepted his hands under
her arm pits to lift her down off the counter and set
her onto the floor.
Treats like a cake were not very often experienced by
any of the children, and one that was pure chocolate
was unheard of in their experience. When they were
offered seconds, it was like a dream come true, for
there was never enough for them to have another of
anything before. When Daddy put out a glass for each
and filled it with milk, it was heaven come to earth,
as each wore a white mustache, and each teasing the
other for it, all sharing another thing that seldom
happened...laughter.
Under directions from Daddy, each took up their dirty
dishes, and placed them into the dishwasher, but all
were disappointed when Daddy did not turn it on, but
left the kitchen, turning out the light along the way.
Their disappointment soon vanished when they entered
the living room, and saw the television. When it was
turned on, they all scrambled to find a place to sit
on the floor to watch this wonderful thing, not even
caring what was on. Bruce sat back into his normal
easy chair and changed the channel until he found a
program he felt was appropriate for the children.
Then he sat back and watched them as they enjoyed the
program.
It took Sara a couple of minutes to realize she was
missing an opportunity, and she got up, came over to
Daddy, and sat down on his lap. "Thank you so much
for knowing about my birthday, and the cake and
everything, Daddy," she said quietly to him. "You
have made me so happy!" Leaning up, she placed a kiss
on his lips, and then rested her head against his
shoulder and pressed up against his neck. When his
hands were holding her, her contentment was complete.
While they enjoyed the program, Cassie got up from her
place on the floor, came up beside Bruce's chair and
said, "Is there room for me up there, Daddy?" Moments
later, she was sitting on his other leg, her back
resting against his chest, and his arm wrapped around
her middle. As the show continued, Bruce felt a
tickle and looked down to see Cassie running her hands
over his arms, and the back of his hand. He smiled,
leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her
head, receiving a glance and a smile in response.
This felt right to him, and it was the best he had
felt for a long time.
When the program was finished, Bruce freed his hand
from around Cassie, took up the remote control from
the table beside him and turned off the television,
smiling at the chorus of groans from three of the
children. Everyone was directed upstairs to their
bedroom, and all followed obediently.
The bed was bigger than the one they were used to
sleeping on, and they were all able to fit in easily,
even when they left a space for Sara. "Aren't you
coming, Sara?" asked Dwaine.
"I want to talk to Daddy for a few minutes first," she
replied. "I'll be here soon, so you just rest until I
come, okay?" They complained, but still looked upon
Sara as the voice of authority, and cooperated.
"I've changed my mind, Daddy," said Delano.
"About what?" he asked.
"I don't want to call you Uncle Bruce anytime. I want
to call you Daddy all the time. Is that okay?"
"That is perfectly fine, and I will be proud for you
to call me Daddy!" declared Bruce as he sat down on
the bedside and took him up into a welcomed embrace.
Each of the others then had to get a hug and a kiss
from Daddy before they lay back down on the bed.
Leaving the room with Sara's hand held in his, Bruce
called 'goodnight' from the door, and left the room.
Explanation
Outside in the hallway, Bruce turned to Sara, and
asked, "Now what is it you wish to talk to me about?"
"Are we really going to live with you in your
beautiful house, and have our own room and be able to
watch television and everything?"
"We are being tested right now, Sara," explained
Bruce. "If everything works out, and Miss Needham is
satisfied nothing is wrong, then you will be allowed
to stay here."
"What could be wrong?" asked Sara.
"Men living alone don't usually have young children
living with them. She has to worry about any of you
being abused in any way, or if you have problems
adjusting to a new home, and that you are being cared
for properly. Attending school regularly will be
important when the schools reopen, and all that kind
of thing." As they talked, Bruce led Sara back
downstairs, and eventually into sitting in the living
room with him. He was back in his normal easy chair,
and she sat on the floor at his feet.
"I know you are too kind to ever beat us unless we
deserved it," said Sara. "Is that what she means when
she says abuse?"
"Beatings would be one kind of abuse, but there is
another kind. Many men seem to like taking advantage
of a child and abuse them sexually. That is her
biggest concern. For example, you are now thirteen
years old, and becoming a young woman. You should
never take your clothes off in front of me, to bathe
or for any other reason. And you should not be
sitting there like you are right now, allowing me to
see your naked crotch." Sara looked down at herself
to see her legs were spread apart, and immediately
turned them down to rest her knees on the floor.
"I don't care if you see me, but if that would mean we
couldn't live here, I will try to be good and not show
you," she said.
"It is very nice to see a pretty girl like you, Sara,
but it is not correct. Yes, it is something you need
to be careful about, and you should try very hard to
not show me, especially if the other children are
around. They just might say something, or report it
to Miss Needham, and she would take you away at the
same time, and likely have me arrested."
"Oh, Daddy! That can never happen. We are so happy
to be here with you, and I will do everything I can to
make things right. Tomorrow, I will make breakfast,
and lunch and dinner, and if you show me how to work
it, I will wash the dishes, and put them away and do
everything I can do."
"I already love you, Sara, and none of that will be
necessary. My housekeeper will be here tomorrow, and
I am going to ask her for some more time so she can
cook and take care of the house. You are a little
girl, and you have been turned into being an adult far
too soon. It is time you began to enjoy being a
little girl again for whatever amount of time you can.
Doing all those things is not necessary for you to
please me. I am already very pleased with you, and
all you need to worry about is being a little girl
again."
"You make it sound so wonderful, Daddy. Am I really
going to go back to school? It has been awhile since
I last went, since I have had to take care of
everything in the yard. I used to get good marks
before, but I will be way behind if I do go back."
"Yes, Sara, you will be going back to school, and that
will be the thing that you must put first in your
life. You will need to work hard, and catch up your
studies. In the next few days, I will see if I can
find a teacher that would like to give you some extra
help, and get you caught up to where you should be.
Would you be willing to start school work at home
before school starts up again?"
"If that could happen, I would work very hard, and
catch up as fast as I can. Do you think a teacher
might be willing to help me like that?"
"I would pay her for her time, of course," said Daddy.
"We couldn't expect her to give you her time for free.
Do you think the others would be willing to do school
work at the same time?"
"I know they would. Every time they came home, they
would show me their books, and be so proud of getting
a good grade on something or other. When there was no
money for them to go to school, they were always sad.
If I was the only one to be taught, they would sit and
listen to the teacher, and even try to do the work I
would be doing."
"Then I will try and get a teacher to work with the
four of you. All of you deserve the best chance you
can get and that I can give you."
Once again, Sara got up and wrapped herself around her
new Daddy, placing a warm affectionate kiss directly
on his mouth. "The kids are asleep, and nobody is
around, Daddy. I want to kiss you and feel you
holding me, because I am your little girl, and love
you so much. You do anything you want to me, and it
will be our secret." Again she kissed him, and this
time it was not a little girl kissing, but a young
woman filled with passion for the man that was holding
her. Bruce took advantage of her, returning the
kisses, and running his hand under the polo shirt and
over her bare buttocks. It did feel nice, and he was
completely aroused by the warmth and passion from this
little girl.
Suddenly he put a stop to it all. "This is what can
not be!" he said, and placed a slap across her
buttocks. "Now you get up there, and get yourself
into bed. I will see you in the morning."
"Good night, Daddy!" she said. "But I don't know what
you are talking about. We didn't do anything!" she
said with a grin spread across her face. Then as he
raised his hand to put another smack across her butt,
she took off before he could connect and threw him a
kiss on the way out. Daddy kissed the air back to
her, and she was gone.
Housekeeping Arrangements
The next day, the housekeeper arrived at the usual
time, only to find herself engaged in a conversation
with Mr. Burns. He told her about the changing
circumstances, and those of the children. When he
asked if she could help him manage the household by
preparing meals, taking care of the laundry, and being
paid a new rate of pay, she was ecstatic and willing.
She had no real obligations in her own yard, being
separated from her man, and having only grown
children. When it was mentioned, she declined the
suggestion to have quarters in his house, as she felt
having her own yard was very important to her, so
would work each day, and return to her yard each
evening.
Bruce questioned what she meant by each day. It
turned out she expected to be there seven days per
week, and only taking time off when she needed it for
personal business. He was very grateful, and said
that was far beyond anything he would ask of her.
"Now see here, Mr. Burns," she declared. "You have
been so nice to me, and it has been so nice taking
care of your house for you. Now you are being so kind
to four children that are not even yours. What a nice
balance that will make for me, being able to help you
in whatever way I can. A little mothering will not
hurt them, and might ease the burden on you. Not only
that, you have been so generous in how much you pay
me, and now given me a big raise. Don't you trouble
yourself about it, for it will be such a pleasure
being here for you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Karen Grey! You do ease the concerns
I have had, and you bring the bonus of being such a
damn good cook, and a caring person. Now how about an
introduction to the children?"
"Please don't embarrass me like that anymore, and I
would love to meet the children," she said with a
smile and a mouthed 'thank you'.
During the introductions, Mrs. Grey turned into Ms.
Karen, and each child received a hug, and a warning
that she didn't put up with any nonsense. They all
understood, and expressed no objections.
Teaching Arrangements
"Now children," said Daddy, "I am going to leave you
here with Ms. Karen. I am going out to see if I could
find a teacher that could help you catch up with all
the school you have missed, and give you extra help
when you go back to school. So I need all of you to
behave yourselves, and maybe you could take a trip
through the shortcut and get some things that you can
carry to bring back here. What do you say?"
They barely had time to say it was okay before they
were off through the door and gone down the path to
their old place. Mrs. Grey stopped him however,
saying, "If you are looking for a school teacher, I
know of a very good one, and I am sure she would love
to earn a little extra cash. When my kids were in her
class, she was very good with the children, and got
their best reports that year."
Bruce said that that would be a good start, and asked
how he might find her. The house was just down the
road from him, less than a quarter mile, and an easy
walk. So walk is what he did.
Arriving at her gate, he called out, "Miss Chambers,"
and waited. Moments later she was on her veranda, and
replying.
"Good morning, Miss Chambers. I am Bruce Burns from
the house just down the road."
"I know who you are Mr. Burns. What brings you to see
me? Is there some sort of problem?"
"Mrs. Grey suggested I should speak with you about the
possibility of you teaching my newly acquired
children, and getting them up to speed."
"Then please come in, Mr. Burns. Let me get some
lemonade and then we can talk."
When she returned with the lemonade, they sat outside
on the shaded veranda, enjoying the delightful breeze
that passed through it. "You probably have heard that
the mother of four children died a couple of days ago.
They have ended up coming to live with me, and I am in
definite need of help. Mrs. Grey has agreed,
fortunately, to provide housekeeping help and
maintenance for them, but they have been neglectful of
their schooling, probably through no fault of their
own. All of them express a keen interest in extra
lessons, and I was wondering about your level of
expertise, and if you would be interested in helping
them catch up on their work?"
"You come here, Mr. Burns, to ask me if I would be
interested in helping children that want to learn,
that I planned to go and see to find out if they would
come to my home so I could teach them, and you are
offering to pay me? Yes, Mr. Burns, I am interested.
I am currently teaching grade six at the school where
they used to attend once in awhile, but I am qualified
to teach at the University, being a professor in
English Language and Literature. Each one is a good
student, and they know me, I'm sure. This is like you
have just given me a wonderful gift, and I hope I can
meet your requirements and get the job."
"I can tell your enthusiasm from your meandering
comments, born out of excitement. I don't need to see
your qualifications, for I already have in the way you
speak, with such enthusiasm, and yet dignity. The
only issues, would be, that I would like the lessons
to be up at my house, and the rate of pay you would
require for how many hours per day."
"Thank you for those compliments. You are right, my
excitement did come through in a mix of subjects and
the failure to structure my paragraphs. There are
very few in Jamaica that would have caught up on that,
so my compliments to you."
"As to the hours of work, I suggest you allow me to
vary that in accordance with where I find the children
to be at, and how quickly they assimilate new
material. With them taking breaks, most children
their age can manage five hours of good learning time
per day maximum. It, therefore, should be no longer
than that, and perhaps less on the not so productive
days."
"Finally, as to a rate of pay, I have heard how fair
and considerate you are, and therefore I would be
willing to leave that up to you. My personal needs do
require a few extra dollars to contribute towards my
electric power bill so if I earned a little bit each
week towards it, my spare time would be used
productively and enjoyably, and help me meet a
problematic utility bill."
"Then may I take a look at your electric power bill?"
asked Mr. Burns. Moments later she had returned from
the house, and he was handed the bill.
"As you can see, I have been falling short, especially
when my teachers income stops during the summer
months. I never can seem to get caught up," she
explained.
"Then here is what I propose," said Mr. Burns. "Let
me take this bill, and it will be paid later today.
Every time you get a bill, you pass it to me, and I
will pay it for you. Would you consider that fair?"
"No I would not, Sir!" she declared. "That is far too
much and unfair to you!"
"Good!" declared Mr. Burns. "Then it is settled, for
those are my terms. Now when can you start?"
"As soon as I can lock up and walk the distance to
your house," she said. "Tell me the ages of the
children again, so I can bring the right books."
"Thirteen, eleven, eight and six."
"Cassandra is six already?" she asked.
"Who is Cassandra? Oh, you mean Cassie. That is the
first time I have heard her proper name. How
delightful!"
Miss Chambers excused herself, went inside to return
five minutes later with a number of books, pens,
pencils, writing books, erasers, sharpeners, two
geometry sets and a bag to pack them all in. Mr.
Burns took on that task, while she returned to lock up
her home.
On the way down the road, Mr. Burns turned to Miss
Chambers, and said, "There are times for formality,
but I have a preference to be known as Bruce. Would
you mind?"
"Only if I could become known as Linda," she replied.
They shook hands and continued on down the road.
As they approached the house, Sara could be heard
calling out from around the side, "Miss Chambers!" as
she bounded across the lawn towards them. "I was
praying it might be you. I am so happy to see you
again. Are you going to be teaching us? Please, Miss
Chambers?"
"Yes, Sara, I will be your teacher, and don't you
think all this soft hearted stuff will mean you get
away with any less work!" she said with a smile.
"Yes, miss!" replied Sara politely. "Besides, I would
never try to get out of any work and am anxious to
begin."
"Then I believe Mr. Burns when he tells me you were
keen on it, and we need to get started."
Sara turned to Bruce, and said, "You are the most
wonderful Daddy anybody could ever have. Thank you so
much, and I know we will make you proud of us." Then
she wrapped herself around him once again, and he had
to wipe away a few tears that escaped as he let her
out of the embrace.
"I can see the children have become close to you
already, Mr. Burns. Do they all call you Daddy?" she
asked.
"Every one," answered Sara. "Sorry! I was out of
line, but he is the best Daddy, Miss Chambers. Even
the boys think he is the greatest, and have never been
so happy!"
To confirm her statements, the two boys and little
Cassie came up the path from their old house, and ran
over to Daddy, and Miss Chambers. "Is Miss Chambers
going to be our teacher, Daddy," asked Delano. "Is
she?" repeated Dwaine.
"Not if you don't learn some manners, and say good
morning."
"Good morning, Miss Chambers," came the three small
voices in chorus.
"Good morning, children. Now go and collect those
things you dropped, do what you need to do with them
and let's find out where we are going to have the
lessons."
A Place To Learn
Bruce guided them into the study, and upon opening the
door, Linda was the first one to stop and stare in
wonder. Each of the children stared as well, for all
the walls were lined with books, from floor to
ceiling. It was a bigger collection than they had
seen even in the local library.
"These are all yours, Bruce?" asked Linda. He
answered with a smile and a nod. "How wonderful! I
see encyclopedia sets, reference books, all kinds of
dictionaries, novels, business reference books,
computer manuals, medical texts, the complete works of
Winston Churchill, and Shakespeare; is there anything
you don't have? I've not seen this since the
University library."
"As you well know, this is a very small collection
compared to some and to what is available. For the
most part, however, it is able to meet my needs and
curiosity. Now, I would like to speak to every one
here, for there is one thing that is very important to
me. Any and every book is a thing to be revered. I
do not like to see torn pages, dog eared pages, any
markings inside books that were not there when they
were published. In other words, you may use any of
these books, but I want them treated VERY well. May I
hear from each of you that you understand and agree?"
Each of the children in turn made their promise to
treat the books very well, and not to damage them in
any way. Even Linda made the same promise, and
thanked him that she might be able to look at them.
"You may look at them take a novel home while you read
it, as long as you return it when you are finished.
Now the reference books, I seem to be into often, so
they should remain here, but any of Shakespeare's
works, etc., you are more then welcome to borrow."
"If you are not careful, Mr. Bruce Burns, you are
going to make me take up the children's habits, of
giving you hugs for being so nice. God bless you!"
she declared as she gave him a little hug.
"There is one more matter," said Bruce. "The computer
over there at that desk is mine, and is not for any of
you to use. As soon as I can, I will move two other
computers into this room for you to work on. In the
mean time, you will have to just make do with paper
and pencils. Okay?"
When he looked at them, five faces stared back at him,
most with their mouths open. It was Linda that broke
the silence, saying, "You are going to give the
children computers to learn and work on? You never
said that when you asked me. Now I feel like I should
be paying you for the privilege of teaching these
children in this wonderful environment and with the
promise of computers as well. May God bless you with
what you deserve for blessing these children, and me,
with such wonders."
"Some kind of man, isn't he?" came the voice of Mrs.
Grey from behind him. "Taking in these four children,
winning over their hearts so quickly, arranging to
have them fed and clothed properly, and getting them
help in learning so they can catch up in their
schooling. Please excuse the disrespect, sir, but
yep! You're some kind of man!"
"Well now, thank you ladies, but right now, before you
embarrass me any more, I have some shopping to do
downtown, so if you will excuse me, I will leave you
with the children." He left the room to the voices of
the children calling out to him, "Good bye, Daddy"
along with Delano's "Drive safe, Dad!" He answered
with a wave of his hand and disappeared into the
garage.
Return Home
When Bruce returned home a few hours later, he was
being followed by a box truck, carrying his purchases.
There in the driveway was a car which he recognized
immediately as the one Miss Needham had driven on her
previous visit. He found he was apprehensive, and
considered the possibility that she had run into a
problem with the case and would be unable to overlook
the circumstances of him being an unattached male, and
not suitable to foster the children.
Indicating the men should wait, he ran into the house,
and found everyone in the study. "Is there a
problem?" he asked.
"Only that I am far too old to be adopted by you, Mr.
Burns," replied Miss Needham. "What you have done for
the children is beyond words, and you have my deepest
gratitude. They can't stop telling me about all the
wonders you have brought them, and these ladies seem
to think you are the best thing since Jesus walked the
earth. No sir! There is no problem here!"
"Then may I introduce a small one?" he asked. "May I
borrow your car keys so I can move your car a few feet
to let a delivery truck come up to the front door?"
"You may borrow my keys, or I would be happy to move
out of its way," replied Miss Needham. "But I would
like to stay a little longer, if you don't mind, Mr.
Burns."
She moved her own car, while Bruce removed his from in
the way. Then the truck came up to the front door,
and started unloading beds. Four single beds came
into the house, along with some small ladders, and
pieces of wood, then dressers followed, and desks,
some rugs, lamps and a few boxes of unexplained items.
Once everything was inside the entrance, Bruce showed
them two doors upstairs, saying the one on the right
was the girl's, and the left was the boy's. He
offered no other explanation, and the men proceeded to
carry the things upstairs, and into the two rooms he
had identified. It took them almost an entire hour to
get them set up in the rooms, and finally they were
finished their work, and left.
As Bruce climbed the stairs, the three adults started
to follow, and then the children were running past
them and reached the doors first. They waited for
Daddy to arrive, and then he opened the door to the
girl's room. On top of the carpeted floor, was a rug,
with a bunk bed on top of that; a ladder going from
the floor to the top bunk. Two dressers were against
one wall, and beside each was a desk. On each desk
was a lamp as well as the lamp on top of one of the
dressers. At the foot of the lower bunk bed, were a
number of sheet sets, all in soft pastel colors, and
some with little flowers. There was a pillow on each
bunk. All the furniture was painted white, and had a
gold trim on everything. As Sara and Cassie started
walking around the room and touching everything, Bruce
left and went next door.
When that door was opened, everything was the same,
but the sheets were more boys' colors, with racing
cars on some, and other designs that could not be made
out without closer examination. The furniture was all
dark brown, and much more masculine than that in the
girl's room.
"You bought all these for the children?" asked Miss
Needham.
"They needed something better than what they had to
sleep on, and they certainly are getting too old to be
sharing beds between different sexes."
"May I stop by once in awhile to see how they are
getting on?" asked Miss Needham. "You are not on my
records any more, but I have never seen anything like
this before. If there were more like you, they
wouldn't need social workers and that would be just
fine with me!"
"You are welcome anytime, Miss Needham," replied
Bruce. "I understand what you have said, and I will
certainly do my best to live up to the standards of
care you wish for all your children."
"Hah! You have just changed my view of standards, Mr.
Burns. If others even come close to what I see here,
this would be a wonderful world."
The adults sat downstairs with a cup of tea, while the
children did whatever they were doing in their new
rooms. Some conversation was exchanged, primarily
along the lines of where Linda had found them to be
and the amount of work that they would have to put in
to bring them up to normal standards.
Then Miss Needham left, carrying Miss Chambers back to
her house, since it was along her way. Mrs. Grey
indicated that supper was ready for them, anytime they
were ready for it.
"Thank you, Mrs. Grey," said Bruce. "I think I had
better check on the children and what they are doing,
before anything else." He left for the upstairs, and
what he found pleased him immensely. They had not
only made up all the beds, everything had been put
away in their dressers. Their desks remained empty as
yet, for their school books were downstairs in the
study where they had been left when Miss Needham had
arrived.
The boys were the first to notice him looking into the
room, and Delano ran over to throw himself around his
new Daddy. "Everything is so wonderful, Dad," he
declared. "Thank you, sir!"
"You are most welcome, son," replied Bruce. Bending
down, Bruce took a chance of placing a kiss on the
boy's forehead. Not only did he accept it, he
responded by placing a kiss on his cheek, while he
repeated his 'thank you' over and over again. Dwaine
stood by, patiently waiting for Delano to finish, for
he wanted his hug and kiss. To his delight, Daddy
picked him up in his arms while they exchanged kisses,
both of them landing on the cheek of the other. He
also said his 'thank you' more than once.
Bruce found both his hands holding the hand of a young
boy as he moved towards the girl's room once again.
This time, they saw him, and came running over to give
him hugs and kisses, and collect some for themselves
in return.
"Come on, guys, supper is ready!" said Daddy, and
together they headed downstairs to the kitchen. There
was no evidence of anything on the table, except the
same flower vase they had all seen earlier.
Special Celebration Dinner
"Right this way, everyone," came the voice of Ms.
Karen, as the children knew her. "Since this has been
a very special day, I thought you should have a very
special meal, and it is waiting for you in the dining
room." She held open the door from the kitchen into
the dining room, and they all looked in. On the table
was a Thanksgiving meal, with a turkey, stuffing,
cranberry jelly, green peas, and coleslaw.
"We can only eat this kind of a meal on one condition,
Mrs. Grey," declared Bruce, "and that is if you would
join us!"
"It was presumptuous of me, but I know you well enough
to know you would say that, so try counting the place
settings. Mine is already there." When Bruce looked,
sure enough, there was one for each of the children,
and one other for her, apart from his own at the head
of the table. With an arm around her shoulders, Bruce
guided Ms. Karen to her seat, pulled out her chair,
and put it back under her as she sat down. "That is
the first time anyone has ever done that for me, Mr.
Burns. Thank you!"
Bruce helped the two girls to sit beside Ms. Karen,
and indicated to the boys they could sit down on the
other side of the table. Then he went around and
stood at the head, took out the carving knife, and
started to cut the turkey into serving portions.
It took almost an hour for the meal to finish, and the
gelatin desert washed everything down. He was not
allowed to participate in the after meal clean up, but
everyone else tackled the task. When it was finished,
Mrs. Grey turned on the dish washer, to the delight of
the children, and then she bid everybody good night.
It was late for her to leave, but she refused an offer
of a ride from Bruce, and departed for the night.
When Daddy sat down in his easy chair in the living
room, and turned on the television, everyone let out a
little cheer. Then they took up their favourite spots
on the floor, and Sara came up on her Daddy's lap. It
was a comedy that he had turned on, and he was
thrilled to hear the laughter of the children as they
were absorbed into the program's plot and carrying on
as it unfolded on the screen. There were no
objections when the television was turned off at the
end of the show, and they were dispatched to bed.
Sara did not go up immediately, and asked if she could
spend just a little more time with him before she went
to bed. He did not mind in the least, but he first
had to go upstairs and say good night to each of them,
and collect his hug and kiss that came readily from
each.
Private Time
Bruce returned downstairs, making a stop in the
kitchen before returning to the living room. With
him, he carried two dishes of ice cream each topped
with the gelatin they had had earlier. He handed one
to Sara and they sat and enjoyed their extra treat,
unknown to the children upstairs who were all probably
sound asleep by this time. When they had finished,
Sara carried the dishes back to the kitchen, rinsed
them off, and left them on the counter. The
dishwasher was still making sounds when she listened
closely, so she could not put them in there.
Back in the living room, she headed straight over to
Bruce and climbed up onto his lap. She cuddled up
against him for a few moments, and then said she was
going to get on her nightgown. Her departure was on
the run, and within a couple of minutes she was back
on his lap, now dressed in her nightgown. As she
settled in, she reached up and placed a warm kiss on
his lips and then nestled against his chest.
Bruce supported her with one arm behind her back, and
with his hand holding her at her waist. With his free
hand, he started stroking her hair and face, enjoying
the smile as she turned her face up to look at him.
When his fingers passed over her lips, she kissed
them, took hold of his hand with hers, and moved it up
so she could kiss the palm. When she let it go, she
reached up kissed him on his lips once again, and then
she laid back against the arm of the chair and stared
at the man she loved.
Even as he felt guilty for doing it, Bruce allowed his
gaze to wander all down the little girl stretched out
before him. He took in the two pointed bumps of her
breast, the slight size of her waist, the fold of her
nightgown as it fell between her slightly spread
slender legs, and even the location of her belly
button was identifiable. As he looked back up at her
face, she was smiling and her eyes were closed. He
leaned over, and partially pulled her up to him so
that he could place a kiss on each eyelid. Then he
returned to stoking the soft smooth skin of her cheek.
"Oh, Daddy," she said. "I love the times when we are
alone together. The kids are all asleep for sure, and
nobody else is around. Please enjoy being with me as
much as I enjoy being with you!"
"I am enjoying the time with you, Sara," he stated.
"I love you, and I love being with you!"
Getting out of his lap, she said, "And I know you
enjoy this even more, and this is what I want you to
enjoy when we are alone together." She had removed
her nightgown over her head, and now stood before him
naked. Then she was back on his lap, lying against
the arm of the chair so he had a full look at the
front of his little girl. He did look and he did
enjoy what he saw.
Reaching out, Sara took his hand and pulled it up to
rest on her breast. It left him feeling troubled, but
he did enjoy the feel and the response when he kneaded
it slightly. Then she came up and began kissing him
passionately, using not only her lips, but her tongue,
while he continued to have the feel of her breast in
his hand. Now he was openly feeling it, running his
fingers all around it and around the nipple.
Finally he forced himself to stop, turning his face
away, and removing his hand from her breast. "This is
the very thing Miss Needham was worried about," he
said. "It is so wrong, and it can not be allowed to
go on."
"Not everything is as it should be in this world,
Daddy," said Sara. "We are alone, and nobody is going
to know what happens except you and me. I know you
like it, and I love it, Daddy. It feels so right when
you look at me, or touch me, and I never want you to
stop either of those things. We are alone, and I know
you like it, especially when I feel your thing
pressing against my bum the way it is right now. Look
at me, touch me, and enjoy me, Daddy. Teach me what
it is between a man and a woman, for you make me feel
like a woman, and I want to know you as a man."
"I did not bring you here for this reason, Sara. I
wanted to give you a better life, and you do not need
to do this, for I would never ask it of you, no matter
how tempting you are to me."
"If I didn't know that, Daddy, I would never have
bathed in front of you naked. But it is something
that I want to give to you, not for what you have done
for us nor how you try to do what is right, but
because I am in love with you, and want to do whatever
I can to make you feel like a man should be able to
feel. I want to feel you inside of me and for you to
teach me how to make love. I'm just sorry that I am
not older, and bigger for you. My titties are so
small, and I don't have a single hair down there, but
I want you just the same. Please take me Daddy,
because I am yours, and will be yours as long as you
live!"
Bruce could not deny, even to himself, that he was
totally aroused by this naked little girl. He had
never imagined he had such a desire for someone so
young, but his throbbing penis pressing against her
bare bottom told him he had a definite interest, and
there she was so open and willing. He knew that if he
took advantage, he would be committing a very large
sized wrong, but the temptation was very strong.
Not sure of what to do from there, he began allowing
his hands to travel all over her body, relishing the
softness of her skin. As his hands reached under her
buttocks, he was aware of how small her bum was in his
hand, and this made him even more concerned. Then her
legs were spread open, and he was looking at the slot
of her vulva, and the opening to her vagina, both
there and available for his pleasure, as well as hers.
With his hand under her bottom, he lifted her up until
her vulva was close enough to kiss.
Not only did he kiss her, he took her entire vulva
into his mouth, useing his tongue to stimulate her
clitoris. Even as he watched, the opening to her
vagina became even larger and he could smell the
sweetness of her sexual stimulation. When his tongue
reached that far, he pushed it up into the waiting
hole, hearing her groan as she responded to his
invasion.
Then he set her back down, and told her to put on her
nightgown. She got up, and did as she was told. With
her hand in his, they left the living room, turning
off the lights, went upstairs, turning off lights as
they went. Going into the boy's room first, he found
them both sound asleep, and then headed into the
girl's room. Looked at Cassie, she was also sound
asleep in her bed. Rather than being directed to her
bed, as Sara expected, he then left the room with her
hand still being held in his hand. Her despair turned
to hope. When they walked to his bedroom door, she
was elated.
Scooping her up in his arms, he had her turn out the
remaining lights, and then he carried her into his
room, over to his bed, and gently set her down. Then
he reached down, and slid up the nightgown, pulling it
off over her head. She lay there, smiling, open and
willing, drawing up her legs to expose her crotch to
his desire. When he removed his clothes, she watched
and allowed herself to enjoy every moment of it. As
his briefs slid down, and his erect penis was
revealed, she sat up on the bed with an exclamation
of, "Wow!"
"Does it scare you?" asked Daddy.
"No, but it is so much bigger than Delano's," she
replied.
"What do you know about Delano's size?" he asked.
"Please don't be mad, but he has been putting it in me
for months now. We slept in the same bed, and when
the other kids were asleep, and Mom was out of the
picture, he used to slip up my nightgown and play with
me, thinking I was asleep. When I curled up one
night, he started rubbing it against me, and then it
went in. I just lay still and didn't say anything,
and he just did his thing in me. At least I didn't
have to wash the sheets every day when he shots his
juices inside me, and it felt good. Do you hate me
for that?"
"I couldn't hate you for any reason, unless you sent
me to jail for what I am about to do to you."
"Then you will never hate me, Daddy, for it will
always be our secret, only between you and me."
There before him was a twelve year old, sexually
experience, little girl, ready to be raped. He knew
it would be rape, no matter how much he made it like
making love. But she was so appealing, and willing,
he had to bend over and take each of her breasts into
his mouth in turn. Her response told him how much she
enjoyed it, and how much it escalated when he rubbed
his tongue over her nipples. They were as hard as
they had ever been.
Moving down from her breasts, he went slowly down to
her belly button, stopping to take it into his mouth
by sucking hard. Then he was down on the softness of
her belly, licking every place with his extended
tongue. Before he went between her legs, he had her
put her legs down and turn over. Then he ran his
fingers over the smooth curves of her bare bum.
Sliding her up on the bed, he took her two knees, and
spread them apart, as he stared between her legs.
Then she was turned over again and lay back as he
returned his mouth to her exposed vulva.
With his mouth wide open, he was able to place it
completely over her vulva, then used his tongue to run
over it, and through the slot. As he licked her
clitoris, she climaxed. Without giving her time to
recover, he moved down, inserted his tongue into her
open vagina, again tasting her sweet juices. She
responded by attempting to push down against his
mouth. He remained in her while she felt the
satisfaction of another climax.
Moving over her, Bruce positioned his penis and slowly
pressed it inside her willing vagina. He did not stop
until she was totally impaled meaning he was deep
inside. Slowly at first, he began pumping, and she
accepted him with her face changing from a smile to
deep ecstasy. As it became faster, she forgot the
smile, too involved in the ecstasy to bother with a
smile.
Bruce had to admit to himself how much he was enjoying
the rape of a twelve year old girl. Her vagina was
tight around him, even though she was wet enough to
allow it to slide in and out easily. With each stoke
he could feel her wrapped around his penis.
"Fuck me hard, Daddy. It feels so good! Slam it into
me! Yes! Oh, yes! I'm coming again!" Bruce
climaxed at the same time, holding his penis about
half way inside the girl while his juices shot into
her, squirt after squirt. It took every ounce of
strength he had to not fall on top of this little
girl, but with an exerted effort, he did hold himself
above her.
"Oh, Daddy! That was so wonderful! And you loved it
too!"
"Yes, Sara, I must admit I loved doing it in you. You
were fantastic!"
"Now you don't have to worry again, Daddy. You can
have me as often as you want, as long as we are alone.
I want to tell the world, but can't tell anyone. But
we can do it every night if you want, Daddy. I am
yours completely from now on!"
"What are you going to do about Delano?" asked Bruce
as he pulled out of her.
"I don't know, Daddy," she said. "You might have
solved that problem by giving him a separate room, but
I know he will want it again. Maybe he will be able
to get a girl friend. I don't know what I should do.
Why don't you tell me, Daddy?"
"We are certainly not going to worry about that
tonight, Sara," he said. "What we must do now, is get
you into your own bed, for you must be there when
Cassie wakes up, and Ms. Karen arrives to work."
"This is the part I am not going to like, but know it
must be that way," she said as she pulled her
nightgown over her head. "Will you walk me to bed,
and tuck me in, Daddy?" He could hardly refuse.
More Classes And New Computers
During the time the children were at work in the
study, Daddy came in and interrupted them. He was
carrying in the various parts of computers, and
setting them up on a longer table that was at one end
of the study. They were excited, and he had to issue
firm orders to pay attention to their studies and not
what he was doing. He only achieved partial success,
as every few seconds they were looking up to see what
was happening. Miss Chambers was just as excited, and
finally she called a recess so that they could all
watch.
As he worked, Linda was watching closely, and when he
pulled up a line that ran from somewhere across the
room, she asked what that was. He said, the systems
were connected to a hub, so that what was on any
system could be seen on other systems in the house,
namely his on the other side of the room. When
another line was connected, and she did not recognize
its purpose, she asked about it, and was told it was
the connection to the Internet.
"We are going to have Internet access?" she asked.
"Only through a watch dog program that prevents
getting on certain types of sites. I think you know
what that refers to."
"You might have to throw me out bodily some nights,
Mr. Burns," she stated. "Imagine, Internet access!
After all these years!"
"Do you have a system at your home?" he asked.
"Yes, but I can't get on the Internet, because there
is too much line noise in this area, and I can't move
my house just to get on the net."
"Let me find out from my ISP what are the distance
restrictions for connections. Perhaps, if it can go
that distance, I could get an extension of my T1
connection up to your house."
"This is a T1? I have never seen one in action, but
have sure heard about it. It is much faster than a
modem I understand."
"Very little comparison between them," he stated.
"Alright, let's power up the systems and see how they
work. If everything is okay, then you will be able to
see it yourself."
As they turned on the systems, she asked, "What sort
of time restrictions do you need us to observe?"
"No time restrictions," he said. "These systems have
unlimited access twenty-four hours a day, seven days a
week."
When the systems had gone through the start up
routine, they automatically logged on to the Internet,
and arrived at the home page of Bruce Burns. "You are
welcome to look through that at your leisure, he said.
It might help you understand me a little better."
"Your own home page on your own web site," she
declared. "I am very impressed."
"Well, let me get out of your way, as I believe you
were in the middle of some lessons." Bruce left the
study, and provided the opportunity for the children
to return to work, without him as a distraction.
Funeral Arrangements
Bruce got busy on the telephone, wanting to find out
what he had to do to make the necessary funeral
arrangements for the children's mother. He had never
known her before carrying her to the hospital that
morning, but he had to do what was necessary so that
the children could say goodbye, and get through
whatever part of the grieving process still remained
for them.
Checking first with the hospital, and then being
guided to the Social Services Department at the parish
hall, he ended up talking to Miss Needham once again.
She had made all the arrangements, and they were being
paid for by the parish. The only problem she had not
resolved was where she was to be interned. By the end
of the conversation, Bruce had agreed to see if he
could get help to dig a grave beside where the
children's father was buried, and she could be laid to
rest there. He told Miss Needham that he wanted to
check with Sara first, since she was the oldest, but
if she concurred, he would proceed with the
arrangements, and then they would set a date for the
event.
Interrupting Sara from her work, he took her out into
the hall. "I don't wish to upset you, darling, but
you are the oldest, and I wanted to see if you agree
with some plans that have been made."
"What are you talking about, Daddy?" she asked.
"I thought it would be best if your mother was buried
next to your father's grave. Would you agree with
that?"
"I guess that would be fine, Daddy," she said. "I
don't want to sound bad, but I almost forgot about
what would be done, since we all have a new,
wonderful, home. Anything you decide is alright with
me, Daddy. I trust you will do what is best...always!"
"All right, darling," he said. "If you are okay, then
how about getting back to your studies?"
"Yes, sir!" she said with a smile. "Just you wait
until you see what I am doing. It is something for
you, and I can't wait to finish it and show you."
"I will look forward to seeing it, now back to work,"
he said as he turned her towards the door and placed a
little slap on her butt. With a smile over her
shoulder, she returned to the study.
"You are so good with them, Mr. Burns!" said Mrs. Grey
from behind him. "They love you and you have become
their mother and father. The funeral will probably be
a little tough for them, but with you there, they will
get through it just fine."
"I am glad you are here, Mrs. Grey," he said. "Do you
think this Saturday would be too soon, and how do I go
about letting people know?"
"I will get the word out, but anybody that comes will
be coming to see you and the children, not for the
funeral. Now, we need to talk about what needs to be
done to serve the people that do come."
In the end, he agreed to buy a goat, and she would
make the soup and order some refreshments. There was
to be no holding of a traditional 'death yard' the
night before, just some soup and drinks after she was
buried. The men needed to dig the grave would be
contacted by her that evening, and she would confirm
arrangements in the morning. Enough money was
provided to permit her do what was necessary, and a
considerable amount of appreciation was extended for
all her help. With a telephone call to Miss Needham,
all the arrangements were finalized and everything was
set.
Dinner Guest
"One final matter, Mrs. Grey," said Bruce. "Would
there be enough left over turkey to provide everyone,
yourself included, with another meal if there was an
extra guest?"
"There is enough to do you a couple of more meals,
even with an extra guest. May I ask who the extra
might be so I can set the table properly?"
"I thought I might invite Miss Chambers to stay for
dinner," he replied.
"Excellent idea, Sir!" she said as she turned to go
towards the kitchen. As she disappeared through the
door, Bruce was not sure, but thought he heard her
saying, "Yes!" and wondered what had caught her fancy.
Once again, he interrupted the schooling, and called
Linda into the hall to speak with her. "Yesterday
Mrs. Grey made us a delightful turkey dinner, and we
still have most of it left over. Would you consider
staying for dinner, and helping us deal with some of
the extra?"
"You have the most delightful way of asking somebody
if you can do something nice for them, Bruce. I am
grateful for the invitation, and the chance to not eat
alone, therefore, I would like to accept your offer
and help you deal with some of the extra. Thank you."
Bruce also went over the funeral arrangements that had
been made, feeling that she should have a good
knowledge about what was happening in the children's
lives so she could understand how they might behave.
She asked if she might be allowed to attend, and was
told her presence would be appreciated.
Dinner Concluded & Report
By the time Mrs. Grey brought out the gelatin desert,
everybody was already well satisfied, but there was
always room for gelatin. With their beverages in
hand, everyone left the table, and headed for the
living room. "Please be careful with the milk,
children. That would stain very badly if it spilled
on the rug or carpet," said Bruce. Sara would not
allow them to go any further, and directed them back
into the other room while they finished off the last
of it. When they returned to the living room, all the
moustaches were gone, Sara having made sure they were
wiped off before returning.
"You will be pleased to know, Mr. Burns," said Miss
Chambers, "that the children are all doing very well
with their work, and are going to be able to be up
with the other students, or maybe even a little ahead
of them. Each one has a good head on their shoulders,
and is working very hard to catch up; and to please
you. You have every reason to be proud of your effect
upon them, for it has been tremendous."
"May I show you something I did in class today,
Daddy?" asked Sara.
"I was wondering when I would get to see it ever since
you mentioned it earlier," he replied. "Please let me
have a look at it."
Sara excused herself, and then bolted for the study,
returning moments later with a single piece of paper.
Turning a little shy, she handed it to her daddy, and
stood by his side while he read it. Miss Chambers
could be seen sitting over at the side with a big
grin, as she had already read it and approved it. The
title was, "How my life has changed." Bruce read it
out loud, and everyone listened carefully.
Tragedy can be hard to face unless
you have been sent an angel from
heaven. This is what has happened
to my brothers, sister and me.
Our mother died a short time after
my father's death. But now,
thanks to our angel, our lives are
better than they ever were before.
When things were at their worst,
he came to help us after I was
brave enough to ask him if he
could do anything. Well, he did
come and worked a miracle on all
of us and today we are sitting in
a beautiful new home, surrounded
by people that care about us, and
that want us to do well. We eat
like we have never eaten before,
and I think my two skinny brothers
look like they are getting fatter.
Now we sleep in rooms where we
have brand new furniture where
everything matches everything
else. Even the sheets on the bed
are new, and match, including the
cover on our pillow. He forgets
to tell us to bathe sometimes, but
I remember when he doesn't, and
make sure everyone stays clean.
Best of all, he tells me to be a
little girl again, and have some
fun before I get too old for fun.
Can you imagine, he doesn't let me
do any work, except my school
work, because he wants to see me
happy! I know both my brothers
think he is just great, and they
want to call him Daddy, just as I
do. My sister, of course, wants
to do what we all do, as she likes
to follow us, but she also is so
happy when she can sit on his lap.
For me, I have been in love with
him probably since the first time
I talked to him, and now I love
him even more.
If anybody wants to meet an angel,
just pay me a visit. I would be
proud to introduce you to My Dad!
I Love You, Daddy!
The border of the paper was filled with X's and O's,
symbolizing hugs and kisses. Bruce looked up at Sara
beside him, took her in his arms as he pulled her down
onto his lap, gave her one big hug and a kiss dead
center on her forehead. "Thank you, darling! That
was wonderful!"
They all sat around for a little longer, but most of
the conversation centered on the children. Finally,
the ladies indicated they needed to return to their
homes, and Bruce insisted on driving them, since it
was far too late for ladies to be walking along a dark
road. Everyone went along for the ride, dropped off
Miss Chambers at her gate, and waited for her to get
inside and lock up before going on. The same routine
was repeated for Mrs. Grey, and then they headed back
to their yard.
Back at the house, Bruce sat the children down in the
living room once again. "We have made arrangements to
bury your mother this Saturday," he told them. "There
will be a small service in the church up the road, and
then she will be buried next to your father. Is that
okay with you?"
"Do we have to go, Dad?" asked Delano. "I feel like I
don't even want to remember!"
"Others would think badly of you, Delano, if you did
not go," said his Dad. "I know I certainly would not
want that."
"Then may I hold your hand when we go?" he asked.
"Yes, son," replied Bruce. "I would be quite happy if
you want to hold my hand. We will all stay together
as a family, like we are!" This time it was Delano
that wrapped himself around Bruce, holding his entire
body against the man he now called Dad. Somehow,
Bruce knew this was an important moment, clung onto
the boy and ignored the fact that the boy's penis was
hard, pressing against him. Reaching down, he
adjusted the boy's clothes so that it could hold next
to his belly, and then hugged him as close as he
wanted to be held. He just knew he needed to hold the
boy and accept the privilege he was being given...total
surrender into his care and custody.
Both the younger children said they were okay with
everything as long as he would be there. With a hug
and a kiss each, they were sent up to bathe and get
ready for bed. He promised to be along shortly to
kiss them goodnight and that both Delano and Sara
would 'soon come'. They had a race up the stairs,
with Cassie winning as Dwaine held back even though he
could have easily passed her. From upstairs, he heard
Dwaine call out, "And the winner is Cassie! Yea!" He
had to smile, and made a note in his mind to praise
him when he said goodnight.
Surprise Disclosure
"Dad," said Delano, "I know Sara wants to be alone
with you, and I think that is great, for she loves you
so much. Don't worry, Dad, for I would never say
anything to anybody, and anything you want is okay
with me. The only thing is, I miss being with her,
and was wondering if there was any way that we could
sleep together some nights? Separate rooms for the
girls and guys is great, but I really miss her, and
the fun we used to have."
"Perhaps you should tell me what kind of fun you used
to have, and what you want to do again," he said to
Delano.
"You know, Dad," he replied, a little shyly, "when she
lets me put my penis up into her. It feels so good,
and is like nothing else I know, except when I use my
own hand, and that is never as good."
"So you want to have sex with Sara?" he asked.
"I guess that is what it is, but I never thought of
that word for it. Sex is something the guys at school
talk about sometimes, but...I guess it is sex that I
want with her. Is that bad?"
"Many would think it is bad, but I seem to feel
different about some things these days," replied
Bruce. "You just wait while I say goodnight to the
two upstairs, and then we will talk some more about
it, okay?"
"Sure, Dad," he said. "Anything you say is fine with
me! Are you angry with me, Dad?"
"No, Delano, I am not mad at you, now just relax for a
little bit. As a matter of fact, you guys help me by
turning out the lights down here, and we will all meet
upstairs. Okay?"
Cassie was still in the shower, splashing around when
he arrived. "What are you doing, Cassandra?" he
asked. She came to an abrupt halt, and looked at him.
"Are you mad at me, Daddy?" she asked. "I was just
playing a little bit."
"I'm not mad at you at all, darling," he declared.
"Why would you think that I was?"
"Because you called me Cassandra," she said. "You
have never called me that before."
"Well, it happens to be a very pretty name for a very
pretty girl, and I happen to think it is very sweet.
You don't need to worry if I call you that once in
awhile, you hear?"
"Okay, Daddy," she said. "Will you dry me off like
you did before?" With a smile, he got the towel and
dried off the little six year old, while her older
brother and sister watched from the doorway. When he
was done, she got a little slap on her bottom with a
one word instruction, "Nightgown!"
She was tucked in, and told Sara would be along soon.
"I know Daddy," she said. "I'll be asleep, but I feel
safe because I am here, and I always feel safe here."
"You mean in your bed?" he asked.
"No, Daddy," she replied. "Anywhere in our new home,
as long as you are here and not gone out somewhere. I
guess it is you that makes me feel safe here."
She got a kiss on the lips and another warm embrace
for that comment, and they left her to her sleep.
"Good night, Daddy! I love you!"
"I love you too, baby!" he replied as he left the
room.
Going next door, Dwaine was already in his bed, and
leaned up to give his Daddy a firm hug, as much as his
little muscles would allow him. When Daddy told him
how much he liked the way he had let Cassie win the
race, and how he cared for his sister, he turned a
little shy, but was happy with the praise he received
from Daddy. He also received a kiss, as well as gave
one, and then heard that Delano was going to stay up
to talk for a little longer, but he would be there
soon. Since he seemed to be alright with that, they
exchanged 'goodnights', and he was left to fall
asleep.
Private Moments
Bruce then took the hands of each of the older
children, and let them into his bedroom. He sat them
both down on the side of his bed, and then said to
them, "Sex between you two is not right, according to
most people. It would be a serious matter if anyone
every found out it has happened."
"We both know that, Dad," replied Sara. "One thing we
have both learned is when to keep our mouths shut, and
when it is safe to talk about them, like right now."
"I don't want to bother you and Sara, Dad," said
Delano. "I've been thinking about it, and it would be
best if I just played with myself in the bathroom.
You don't need me in your way!"
"What makes you think that you would be in our way,
Delano? And just what do you think we are doing
together?"
"Why, I thought you were getting inside her like I
used to, Dad," he said candidly. "When I saw how she
was this morning, I was sure you were doing it."
"You are far too perceptive a young man," said Bruce.
"What does perceptive mean, Dad?" asked Delano.
"It means that you see too much, and know too much,"
he replied. "We are going to have to be careful
around you, I see!"
"You don't need to be careful around me, Dad!" he said
with all seriousness. "I would never do or say
anything to make you unhappy with me."
"That is not what I was saying, Delano," he told him
seriously. "What I said, in some funny words, is that
you are a very smart young man, and I am very pleased
about that. I trust you as much as a man can trust a
boy, knowing you will do some things wrong, but they
will only be because you are a boy and still have some
learning to get under your belt. I am proud of you,
and feel like you are my real son."
Delano turned to look at Sara, his mouth hanging open
in surprise. Then, once again, he wrapped himself
against his Dad, finding his penis a problem again,
and reached down to adjust it against his belly, then
returned to a full embrace. "I love you, Dad! Please
love me!"
"Enough of that, Delano!" said Bruce. "I do love you,
son, and am so pleased that you feel the same!" With
his hand over his buttocks, he held the boy, well
aware of the boy's erection pressing against his
belly, and so pleased the boy was this confident with
him.
Turning to Sara while he still held Delano, he said,
"Your brother has a problem down here that he would
like to take care of. If you are willing to help him,
why don't you take off your clothes?" Moments later,
she stood there naked, while the two guys looked her
over.
"Are you going to let us do it, Dad?" asked Delano.
"You will never be able to do it at all if you are
locking it up inside those clothes," he said. Staying
right beside his Dad, he stripped naked, and Sara was
able to see his erection, probably the reason she was
standing there smiling. Bruce took his penis into his
hand, and said to the boy, "It feels like it is ready
to go, so why don't you take your sister up on the
bed, and satisfy yourself. I know she is ready and
willing."
Sara climbed onto the bed, and curled up into the
fetal position, ready for him to come into her from
behind. "Could we do it from the other way?" asked
Delano.
"You want me on my back?" she asked. As soon as he
indicated yes, she turned on her back, opened her
legs, for him to climb over her and enter her.
Pumping hard, and fast, he was not long in her before
he reached his climax and released his juices into her
vagina.
Rolling off her, Delano lay beside her and felt
himself being cleaned up by his Dad. He watched while
he felt the thing that was most private to him, being
touched, and he felt good about it all.
"There is a little more to making love than what you
just did, son. You need to get the girl ready, and
prepared for you, and then you will both get much more
satisfaction from having sex. How would you feel
about watching me make love to her?"
"May I?" he asked.
"As long as Sara agrees," he replied. She spread her
legs apart, and drew up her knees so she was fully
exposed. "I believe she is willing," he said.
Standing up beside the bed, he stripped naked, and saw
Delano looking at the size of his penis. "Yours will
be getting bigger, Delano. Give yourself time, son."
"Will it get as big as yours, Dad?" he asked.
"Probably, but I can't know that for sure," he said.
"Only time will answer that one for you. Now I want
you to watch while I get her excited, and make her
feel good." He started with kissing her lips, and
then her tongue, followed by his slipping down and
starting on her breasts.
"Oh, man! I've always wanted to do that to her
titties," said Delano.
"You should be, before you get into her, son,"
explained their Dad. "See how she is enjoying it, and
lifting herself up to get more of it? Here, come and
kiss her breasts, while I go and kiss her down below."
Delano was torn between kissing and fondling her
titties for the first time and seeing what was going
on between her spread legs. When he saw her being
kissed down there, he got a little too excited, and
bit down on the tittie he was holding in his mouth.
She cried out with the pain, and he apologized
immediately. Then she was groaning again as Daddy
continued between her legs.
She had reached two climaxes from their attention
before Bruce entered her, and began to pump slowly.
Being too anxious for that, she asked him to go faster
and harder. He responded and was as fast and hard as
Delano had been, aware that he was not only sliding
easily because of her juices, but because of Delano's
sperm filling the channel. He to, climaxed from the
stimulation, but was able to bring her up to another
climax before he released inside her.
After they had recovered enough, Bruce got up and sat
on the edge of the bed. He took Delano into his arms,
and pulled him up against him, his penis against the
boy's leg while the boy's was against his belly.
There was no resistance and no hesitation evident from
the boy, even as his hands roamed all over his bare
back, including over his bum. When the boy was
scooped up and set on Bruce's lap, he was willing to
accept the kiss that Daddy placed on his lips,
responding in kind.
Sara was pulled into the embrace, and ended up getting
a kiss from both Delano and Daddy. She responded
without restriction, and smiled when Delano started
feeling up one of her titties once again.
They stayed with each other for awhile, and then
realized it was getting late. Daddy pulled on a robe
over himself, but Delano and Sara both took up their
clothes and went to their rooms naked as the day they
were born. Both got into their bed clothes, and
received a goodnight kiss and hug from Dad, and then
climbed up to the top bunk. The younger in each case
was sound asleep in the lower bunk and each of them
received another kiss from Daddy. Then they were
alone and soon found themselves drifting off to sleep.
Bruce returned to his own bed, still surprised with
himself, and feeling his guilt. It took him much
longer than the kids took to fall asleep.
Final Arrangements
The remaining details of the grave digging and the
service were finalized the next morning. Digging
would be done during that day by the men that had done
the other, but this time they would be paid for their
services. Service was set for two in the afternoon,
with internment following at the family plot. A
listing was sent by the Social Services Department to
the local newspapers for publication and the
refreshments and the butchered goat would be carried
by a friend of Mrs. Grey's while he was his driving
around on his taxi route. She would also be the one
to do the cooking of the soup, and whatever other
kitchen preparations she felt necessary. Everything
seemed to be going along smoothly, and a good deal of
the credit went to Mrs. Grey.
With everything in order, Bruce decided he had some
time available, and decided to get caught up with his
e-mail, and headed into the study to start work. That
is where the children and Miss Chambers found him when
they came in to start their school work for the day.
After each gave him a hug and kiss, they were directed
to get busy, and that is exactly what they did as he
got back to what he needed to do.
At the announcement of recess for the kids, Bruce
decided that was a good idea, completed what he was
doing, saved it, and took a break. In the kitchen, he
found a dish of ice cream and a few scrapings of
gelatin from the turkey dinners. They proved
refreshing, and then he returned to the study to
complete his responses to the valid e-mail he had
ignored for some time. Even as he worked, he received
a new message from one he had sent off a reply to. It
came saying the contact was glad to hear he was still
around, and understood the explanation for his absence
from the net. A wish for everything to go smoothly
for him was also expressed, and a thanks dispatched.
Once his e-mail was dealt with, he did a quick update
to his web page and uploaded it to his ISP as an
explanation for his absence from the net. By the time
he finished, it was approaching lunch time, and so he
did a little random browsing until Miss Chambers told
the kids it was time for lunch. He joined Linda and
the kids, and they all had lunch together, sitting in
the kitchen. With delight, he listened in as the kids
interchanged matters to do with their lessons, but did
not interfere or correct only smiling to himself in
amusement. A few remarks passed between Linda and
himself, mostly over the kids work, and the pending
funeral. When the kids got fifteen minutes play time,
they headed outside to run about, and he sat at the
table with Linda where they were joined by Mrs. Grey.
At least they were able to talk more openly, and some
of the details of the funeral were made known. Then,
Linda got up, called the kids in, and they returned to
the study to continue their work.
Still sitting at the table, Mrs. Grey said to Bruce,
"Are you aware that Linda is sweet on you, Mr. Burns?"
"You must be kidding, Mrs. Grey," he replied. "Look
at how young she is compared to me, and how good
looking she is. I don't understand why she hasn't
married, but she must be an attraction to a good
number of younger men."
"She does not have any interest in younger men," she
explained. "She lived with her father until his
death, and remained in the same house ever since. Any
man, my son included, has been politely dismissed, as
she just does not have any interest in any man, until
you."
"Well, I'll be damn," he exclaimed. "I would never
have guessed."
"You just watch, and you will see for yourself, now
that you know," she said as she got up and returned to
work. He thought about it for a couple of minutes,
and then got up himself, shaking his head in wonder at
the news.
Rather than go back on the Internet, Bruce felt more
like working, got out the lawnmower, and proceeded to
cut the lawn around the entire house. It was hot work
in the afternoon sun, and just a short time before he
finished, he removed his shirt, aware that he could
not remain exposed too long without dangerous
consequences. Actually he had to almost peel off his
shirt, for it was saturated with his sweat. As soon
as he completed the task, and returned the lawn mower
to its storage place, he headed straight upstairs and
into the shower. When he returned feeling clean and
fresh, he was ready to get back on to the Internet.
The children were just coming out of the study as he
descended the staircase, having finished their lessons
for the day. They all had a little assigned work to
do, and passed him as they headed for the desks in
their rooms. Upon entering the study, Linda was just
in the final stages of cleaning up the materials left
behind by the children's activities. With a 'good
evening' as he entered, he headed straight for his
computer and proceeded with what he wanted to do.
Internet Lessons
"You seem to be very good on the use of computers,
Bruce," she commented as she continued to clear up the
desks. When I am finished here, would you mind if I
took a look over your shoulder? I would like to see
how you interact with the system."
"That would be fine, as there is nothing confidential
about the browsing I am engaged it at the moment. Any
time you are ready," he invited her. A couple of
minutes later, she was peering over his shoulder,
marveling at how he was interacting with the system,
and moving around so rapidly.
Watching in fascination, she saw him copy a section of
text to a text editing program, save a graphic he
liked, and open up the source page to examine the
programming of an item he found as an interesting
presentation. Even before she realized it, he had
shifted to his local system, added a reference and a
comment about the site he had just visited, and then
he uploaded that to his ISP for inclusion on his home
page.
"I really need to change those listings to a data
based program, so that it is easier to update with
changes like that. It just does not make sense to
upload the entire page for a simple addition."
"Well you managed to loose me along the way, and now,
at least, I understand what you did, and why, but I am
at a loss to know what you mean by a data based
program you just mentioned."
"There are getting to be a lot of links, and comments
on each. When I find something of interest, I add a
link on my home page, and tell anyone interested on
what to look for. They seem to like it, for my home
page gets several thousand hits each week."
"While the kids were busy with assignments today, I
took the liberty of looking up your home page, and I
read through most of it. Very impressive would be the
summary that comes to mind first."
"Well, thank you, Linda," he said. "That is quite a
compliment, coming from a professor, especially one in
English."
"Then here is another," she went on. "Even though I
looked with a critical eye, I could not find one
criticism for your English usage. You must be a
highly educated man."
"Again I thank you. It would appear that you are far
more qualified than I am, Linda. My learning is
mostly out of the school of self taught."
"Then my compliments to your teacher, for you are
outstanding as a graduate student."
Bruce gave her a smile in response, and continued on
to his next interesting connection. She continued to
watch, finding she was learning just from observing.
It was several minutes later when she next spoke,
asking, "Is there any way you could put up with me
requesting to stay for supper? I would really like to
spend some more time with you, and learn even more."
"Please tell Mrs. Grey that I have asked you to
dinner, so she can set a place for you."
"Thank you, Bruce," she said. "I hope you don't mind
my being so brazen." He gave her a warm smile, and
waved her on towards the kitchen. Now he knew that
Mrs. Grey had been correct, but he had no idea where
the relationship might be headed. A few minutes
later, she was back, and watching over his shoulder.
Then she was sitting beside him, just far enough away
so as not to hinder his arm movements as he moved from
keyboard to mouse and back. That put her close enough
for him to notice the faint smell of the perfume she
wore, and he thanked her for at least not wearing
anything too obvious, but indeed a fragrance that was
quite pleasant.
Linda heard a two toned chime from his computer, and
he quickly finished what he was doing, and turned the
system back to his home page. Getting up, he said,
"Shall we go and eat?"
When they entered the dining room, everyone else was
there. As soon as they saw Miss Chambers, the
eyebrows of the children were raised, and 'good
evening' was exchanged amongst all. Taking up the
same places of the last time they sat at that table
together, dinner was commenced.
Evening Conversation
Following a very satisfying meal, everyone gravitated
into the living room, while Mrs. Grey finished up and
headed home for the evening. The television was
turned on, primarily for the children, but Cassie and
Dwaine each took turns sitting up on Daddy's lap as he
relaxed in his favourite chair. Linda gave him the
biggest smile she could manage each time she saw one
of the children responding to their desire to share
time with their Daddy. She really liked the children,
and was dealing them almost as if they were her own,
while being careful to respect his position with them.
Her support could best be described as supplementary
to his guidance.
When he told the two younger children it was time to
bathe and get ready for bed, there were no arguments
and they were gone to do as they had been told. Sara
asked if she could sit in Daddy's easy chair for a
little while before she had to go to bed. Surprised
at the request, he got up and allowed her to sit
there, while he went over and sat at one end of the
chesterfield.
About half an hour later, Dwaine called down from
upstairs that they were ready for bed. Bruce got up
to go upstairs and deal with them, and when Linda
asked if she could tag along, he told her by all
means. She accepted the invitation to say goodnight
to Cassie first, and went over to receive a nice hug
and kiss from the young girl. Then Bruce took his
turn, making her giggle and squirm about the bed first
as he tickled her, and then accepted her willingly
into his arms as they said their regular good night.
Moving over to the boy's room, Dwaine was sitting on
the side of his bed waiting patiently for his turn.
When Miss Chambers came over to him first, he smiled
and hugged lightly at first, and then with all his
strength. It was obvious he was totally smitten by
her charms. Daddy received his usual enthusiastic
response from Dwaine when it was his turn, and ended
up giving him a swing around in a circle before being
dropped the last couple of inches onto his bed. "That
was fun, Daddy. Thanks, and I Love You!"
Bruce gave him another hug and kiss, got him down and
pulled the sheet over him, smiled and said goodnight.
He followed everyone else out of the room, turned off
the lights while he was looking back and smiling.
Bruce felt good about his children and the
relationships that were developing between them.
Sara was downstairs on the run, while Delano walked
beside Dad, and brought up a new subject. "Dad. The
furniture you bought us is wonderful, but I really
don't like sleeping on the top bunk. I looked at the
beds earlier, and it seems they can be separated.
Would you be annoyed if I asked if they could both be
on the floor, and not one over the other?"
"The request is reasonable, and the question asked
very well. No I would not be annoyed, and we can
change things tomorrow, if that is soon enough for
you. I will need your help, though, for that is an
easy job as long as there is more than one man." Any
observer could see the swelling of Delano's chest as
he was referred to as a man.
"Sure, Dad! No problem, and thanks!" he replied,
trying to sound casual.
As they reentered the living room, Sara was found
sitting back in his chair, and so he returned to
sitting on the chesterfield. Linda sat beside him,
while Delano remained standing. "I am a little tired,
Dad, so if you will excuse me, I will go upstairs,
shower and go to bed. Would you mind?"
"That is find, Delano. You are certainly showing
signs of maturing when you make a decision like that
and don't fight your need for rest. My compliments to
you?"
"Thanks, Dad. Will you still come up to say
goodnight, though?" he asked.
"No, Delano, that would spoil things," whispered Sara
to him.
"Yes, Delano," contradicted Daddy, "I will certainly
come upstairs to say goodnight, no matter what plan
you two seemed to have cooked up."
"I'm sorry, Dad! I should have known we couldn't fool
you. All we wanted to do was give you time to be with
Miss Chambers, because we know she is sweet on you. I
sat in your chair, so you would sit some other place,
and give her a chance to sit near you. Please don't
be too mad at me, for it was my idea, and Delano had
no part in it."
"Now listen here, Sara," said Daddy in his sternest
voice. "You try to do something nice for me, and you
expect me to be annoyed with you? What kind of silly
notions do you have of me?"
"You scared me at first, Daddy. Man can you sound
angry when you want to! Thank you for understanding,
and I will go and shower and bed so you can talk. I
would like to have you say goodnight to me as well, if
you don't mind, Daddy."
"Both of you should call me when you are ready. I
will look forward to my hug and kiss! And I expect to
go out briefly in awhile, and will be leaving the
younger ones in your care. It will only be a few
minutes, while I take Miss Chambers home."
"Okay, Daddy. Don't rush on our account." Then they
headed upstairs.
"Please excuse Sara, Linda," he said. "She is very
romantically inclined and probably has over estimated
her opinion of a normal, healthy relationship between
two adults. I hope she did not embarrass you."
"Well, she certainly did manage to embarrass me, as it
was not an over estimation, but an under estimation of
my feelings, and now I am totally embarrassing myself,
but I am glad she said something!"
"You flatter me to the point of being almost
speechless!" declared Bruce. His thoughts were racing
faster than even he might have expected. Such a
declaration was quite unexpected, and he just didn't
know what response he should give. Finally he came to
the realization that the time he was taking to think
must be hurting Linda deeply if she meant what she had
said. He knew he had to say or do something, and
quickly.
"If you wouldn't mind, I suggest that I place my arm
around your shoulders, like this, and we sit and talk
between us, while we both try and understand where
this came from, and where it might be going?"
"My time is yours, and this is a delightful place to
be while I try to hide my embarrassment. As a matter
of fact, it feels real good!" She laid her head
against his chest, and her free hand went around his
waist. "Now I have an idea of what the children feel
when they are cuddled up to their Daddy."
"Ever since I came to live here," said Bruce, "I have
heard that you never had any interest in any man that
ever tried to court you. This has always surprised
me, for you are a very attractive woman, highly
qualified and knowledgeable, and with a sparkling
personality that most men crave. Now you express an
interest in a man nearly twice your age, and I find it
hard to understand. Could you help me to better
understand you?"
"Would you promise that what I am about to tell you
will remain between us as a secret?"
"Certainly, if that is what you want. Any confidence
you share with me will be respected, especially as to
your right of privacy."
Good Night Children
At that point, two calls were heard from upstairs. It
was time for the trip up there to say good night to
the two oldest children. Linda declined an invitation
to go with him, saying the children probably need to
speak to him privately.
When he arrived in the boy's bedroom, Delano was there
waiting for him, sitting on the side of his bed, his
feet resting on one of the ladder steps. "One reason
I don't like the bunk up here, is it is hard when you
come to say goodnight to us. I want to be down where
you can reach me."
"We will change it tomorrow, but you can bet I am
going to reach you, no matter how difficult it may
be," stated Bruce to a bright little smile.
"There is something more, Dad," said Delano. "Sara
lied to you to protect me. We both talked and
arranged to try and get you together with Miss
Chambers. She is so nice, and we really like her. If
you two were to get friendlier, we would likely see
her more often."
"That is a matter you must now leave alone to the
adults, son. Please do not try to manipulate any
arrangement again."
"I promise I won't, Dad," he said with all sincerity.
There is one more thing. Both Sara and I are going to
sleep tonight, and will only do something special when
you approve. Okay, Dad?"
"Okay, son," he replied as he climbed up the first
step of the ladder. He almost fell back as Delano
leapt forward into his arms.
"I love you, Dad, like I have never loved anyone
before!" Declaring that, his body pressed against
him, and his legs wrapped around his waist he kissed
him affectionately. He did not try to hide the tears
that rolled down his cheeks, nor the erection that
pressed against his Dad's belly. All he felt was
total trust and yielding of himself to this man that
had become so much a part of his life.
"I get the feeling," said Dad, "that you have a matter
you need to take care of in the bathroom before you
will be going to sleep. "You go and take care of
that, and have a good night, son. I love you, too,
more than I could have ever expected!"
Without embarrassment, Delano headed for the bathroom
to masturbate before going to bed.
Bruce entered the girl's room and found Sara laying on
her bed. As he entered, she climbed down to come over
and greet him with an embrace. Pulling out the chair
from one of the desks, and indicated that she should
sit down, while he sat upon the desk top.
"I understand what you tried to do this evening, but
from this point forward, you are not to try to
manipulate any arrangement between anyone and myself.
You leave adult relationships to the adults. Is that
understood?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said meekly. "I am sorry, Daddy but
I just thought she might make you happy, and I want
that more than anything else, even more than I want
our special times together. Please forgive me, and I
promise I will just tell you how I feel in the future,
and not try to set you up."
"Well then, if you would be willing to seal the deal
with a hug and a kiss, everything will be just fine.
How does that strike you?" Even as he finished
speaking he was holding her close to him, warmed by
the embrace of this girl he had been taken over by.
She made it hard to remain an objective adult, but he
was willing to take on the battle. For the moment,
however, all he wanted to do was to hold her, and kiss
her, with a little rub of her bum under her nightgown
as a good measure.
With the exchange of warm smiles, they said goodnight
to each other, and Sara climbed back up to her top
bunk and settled into bed, still wearing her grin.
Standing at the doorway, before he turned off the
light, he said, "I love you all, Sara. Good night my
little sweetheart!"
As the light went off, he heard Sara say, "Good night,
Dad. Thank you for being a real Dad!"
Goodnight Adults
Finally he returned to Linda, waiting patiently in the
living room, and took the same seat he was in before.
Without hesitation, Linda returned to where she was,
cuddled up against him and with her head against his
chest.
"When my mother died, I was only nine years old.
Suddenly I was there alone with my father, and was
taking care of him and his meals. Before too long, I
was also taking care of his desires, as he seduced me,
and having regular sex with me. We even shared the
same bed from that time until he died several years
later."
"After his death, I found I could not develop an
interest in any man of my age, for they all struck me
as immature, or totally uninteresting. That remained
true until you came to live here, and I fell in love
with you the first time we met and talked, as brief as
it was. Unfortunately, you hardly even notice me."
"I know, intellectually, that I am looking for a man
to replace my father, but knowing that and overcoming
it are two entirely different matters. As I learned
more and more about you, it became almost an obsession
with me, and you have shared my bed with me many times
in my dreams. When you came to my gate that morning,
I nearly wet my panties, and was unable to believe my
good fortune. When you hired me, I knew I had arrived
in heaven."
"Coming up to your house, I don't know how it is I
didn't come right out and say something. Then you
brought me inside, and showed me that you were even
more of the kind the man I wished you to be, and
showed me into your study, with that fantastic
library. And then you said 'computers' were to be
supplied, and when they were, you had the Internet
with your own home site. You were still not done,
even then."
"Do you have any idea of how those children adore you?
Not only have you helped them, you have won their
hearts and souls. Do you have any idea of how that
affected me? When they give themselves to you as they
do, I know that you have to be an angel, just as Sara
said in her assignment."
"Now I have managed to disclose far more than I
thought I ever would, have laid myself bare to you,
and given you the opportunity to utterly destroy me.
No matter how you feel, I would ask, and I already
know you would anyway, be gentle with me, for I am
scared!"
"I have every intention of being gentle with you,
Linda," said Bruce, "when I make love with you a few
minutes from now." Bruce used his mouth to cover the
open mouthed stare when she turned up to look at him.
As they kissed, all barriers went down, and she was
seduced.
Getting up, Bruce took Linda by the hand and they left
the living room, turning out the lights on the way
out. At the bottom of the staircase, he took her up
in his arms, and carried her up the stairs. The other
lights were extinguished from outside his bedroom
door, and then she was carried inside. Bruce did
everything he could to live up to the promise of being
gentle, but the suppressed passion took over as she
rushed to remove his clothes while he worked on hers.
As soon as they were both naked, they went on the bed,
and spent only a few moments in preliminary contact.
Then he was inside and they shared a fast and furious
session of love making, climaxing within seconds of
each other.
"That was great sex, Bruce," she said, "but I am still
a little scared."
"Stop!" he ordered. "That was more than good sex,
Linda. We were sharing something far bigger than sex,
and while I don't know where this is all heading, I am
looking forward to the journey."
"How do you do it?" she asked. "With a few words, you
have washed my fears away. I will do all I can to
make the journey pleasant, Bruce, for I truly do love
you, and I am not afraid to tell you any more. For
the first time in years, I feel free of fear."
"Fear is not something that anyone should have to live
with. We will have lots of time for talking, but
right now, I want to enjoy your being here, and the
sensuality of your body. So please shut up and kiss
me a few dozen times!" They fell asleep, still
kissing each other, and laying in each other's arms.
Reputations Ignored
When morning arrived, Bruce woke early, and Linda
responded to his movements seconds later. Taking her
hand, they headed into their private bathroom,
performed the necessary functions, and then shared a
shower together. Having not brought a toothbrush, he
loaned his to her, and they both came out clean and
refreshed, feeling truly alive and together.
Mrs. Grey arrived to find them in the kitchen, looking
to see what they could find to eat. Once she got over
the shock, and squeals of delight, she chased them out
of the kitchen, saying, "I will get your breakfast, so
go and wake the children." As they glanced back, they
saw her doing a little dance of joy as she busied
herself with her work.
Sara was the first to awake when they went into the
girl's room. When she saw the two of them looking at
her, she sat up in bed, her hands over her open mouth.
"Good morning, our little match maker!" said Daddy.
She made it down the ladder with only one step, and
wrapped herself around the two adults, unable to hide
the big grin she was wearing.
"I owe you one, Sara!" whispered Miss Chambers.
"No! We owe you one, Sara!" corrected Daddy. "But if
you ever try it again, you are likely to find your
little bum quite warm!" he said with an attempt at
being serious.
Pulling away from them, she turned her back, lifted
her nightgown to reveal her backside. "Here it is,
Daddy. Any time you feel like warming it, it won't be
too far away!" With a little smack across her exposed
butt, he turned her around and drew her up into his
arms, then reached down and scooped up little Cassie
as well. She had climbed out of bed and joined them.
Once they had all shared their morning wishes for each
other, the girls were dispatched to the bathroom while
Linda and Bruce headed to the boys' room. They
received the same kind of enthusiasm from the boys
when they saw them together, and it was Dwaine that
said, "Does this mean we can call you Mommy instead of
Miss Chambers?"
With a smile and exchanged looks, between the adults,
Daddy replied, "Not yet son. Give us a chance to find
out where things are going first. Okay?"
"Sure, Daddy!" declared Dwaine, with an added comment
coming from Delano, "But it sure would be nice!"
They headed to the bathroom as the adults returned
downstairs. Even as they passed the girls room, they
could be seen inside through the open door, both
naked, and browsing for what they were going to wear
in their dresser drawers. Linda turned to Bruce and
said, "Now that is the kind of confidence and trust
that I like to see. They feel safe in their home!"
The rest of the day, following breakfast, turned to
their continuing school work, with Daddy sharing some
time with them in the study when he decided to get on
the Internet. Not until the kids finished their
school day did the adults find any time to talk.
"Now that my reputation is destroyed, what about my
getting home and putting my feet up for the evening?"
Linda said to Bruce.
"You are, of course, free to return to your home if
you wish, but you might be stealing if you do that.
It is your choice."
"What do you mean, 'stealing'?" she asked. "Stealing
what?"
"My heart!" he replied. "I would have thought we
should explore where we are going a little more before
you took off on me."
"Then I will not be guilty of stealing, but I do need
to get some things from there," she replied. "If I
continue to wear the same clothes day after day, it
might destroy how you feel about me."
"We can make a little trip up there and get what you
need right now, but I do hope you will be willing to
come back and stay for supper and the night!"
"I can't turn down that request, and I would be
delighted to have some more of that delightful sex, if
you can spare the time."
"I might have to give that serious consideration for
one, one thousandth of a second," he said. They came
into each other's arms and shared a few passionate
kisses. Then they were off to retrieve the things she
would need from her house.
Understanding
While he waited for Linda to collect the clothing and
other personal effects she would need, Bruce looked
around the living room where he was waiting. It was
immaculately furnished, with a clear reflection of her
good taste. The care she took with her things was
also in clear evidence, with almost no dust on the end
tables and shelves that would normally be prone to
collect the airborne particles. At various places
around the room were pictures of a man with a little
girl, which he realized were Linda and her father.
From the way she looked at the man, it was clear that
she was closely bonded with him.
Over in one corner of the room was a desk supporting a
computer system. He took the time to look at it, and
realized it was not a particularly old model, and
probably quite a high speed powerhouse. Without
turning the system on, he could not tell too much, but
he did notice she had a scanner connected as well as a
fairly good high speed laser printer. There were a
few papers laying about the desk, but these were
personal and he did not look at them for content.
As soon as she appeared with a travel bag, and a
couple of garments on hangers, they locked up the
house and headed back to his place a short distance
away. "Was that your father in the pictures I noticed
in the living room?" he asked as they drove.
"Yes it was," she answered. "He was a marvelous man,
and you are the only man I have met that comes up to
his standards."
"You appear to have been very close with him," he
observed.
"We could not have been closer, Bruce," she replied
candidly. "He was my lover!"
"Do you feel any resentment about it now?" he asked.
"Not for a second. He was gentle, kind and caring. I
know what society's rules and standards are, but he
made my life wonderful for so many years, and I loved
him for that. His heart was good, and he was gentle,
all the qualities I now find in you. Even though you
seem to be the same quality of man, I still feel a
little trepidation over telling you, and I hope I have
not misjudged you."
"I am not qualified to say one way or the other, but
time will, and I hope you are not disappointed. I do
know my feelings for you are a feeling of safety and
security. You are a fantastic lover, and I believe I
am definitely in love with you. There are still some
unresolved matters for me, and until I can arrive at
an answer for myself, I hope you will bear with me."
"You have all the time you need, Bruce, and if I can
be of any help, no matter what, do not hesitate to
tell me." Since Bruce had already pulled into the
garage, he was able to reach over and exchange a kiss
with her. Then they got out, collected her things and
carried them into the house.
Dinner was served a short time later, and was a most
delightful meal, as it usually was. Then there was
some time for relaxing and watching television before
the children were dispatched to bathe and go to bed.
Sara had spent some of the time on Bruce's lap during
the television time, but she was now busy coordinating
the other children's bathing and other bedtime
preparations. Tomorrow was the day of the funeral,
and she made sure everyone was properly prepared.
Bruce and Linda discussed the support and comfort that
they would need during the service and burial, and how
much Bruce would have to make himself available for
them at any time during the day. They agreed to watch
for any disappearing from view for very long, as that
might be an indicator of going off to cry. Linda said
she would keep her eyes open and point out anything
she saw that he needed to know. Then the kids called
down, as they were ready for their beds.
All four children accepted hugs and kisses from both
Linda and Bruce, and most settled down quite quickly.
Bruce and Delano had moved the top bunk down onto the
floor, and rearranged the other furniture to
accommodate the change. They also had to do the
girls' room the same way, as Sara spotted their
activities and had requested the same be done for
them. She didn't want to trouble Dad with the request
until she saw it being done in the boys' room. Delano
did not mind helping, as it was a way to show off how
strong he was, and to play a man's role.
Sara was the one that did not settle down quite so
easily. With Bruce sitting on the side of the bed,
she clung onto him, far longer than she would
normally. Linda tapped Bruce on the shoulder,
indicated by pointing that she was going back
downstairs, and that he should pay attention to Sara.
When they were alone, Sara whispered so Cassie would
not hear, "I miss my times with you, Daddy. I love
Miss Chambers, but I miss you so badly!"
Bruce assured her that he understood, and that he
didn't know what to do about it just yet. She was
told to give him some time and he would try to work
out something. With that promise, she was able to
settle back into her bed, and accept that he was about
to leave her for the night. As a matter of fact, on
his way out, she called out softly, "Have fun, Daddy!"
Frank Discussion
When Bruce arrived back in the living room, he had no
idea the shock value of what was about to take place.
Linda curled up so she was almost halfway lying across
his lap, and placed her arms around his neck to
support her half raised position.
"If you are as wise as I think you are, Bruce, you
will need to make love to Sara very soon. She feels
the same about you as I felt about my father, and
would be so much happier if you were to do it."
"I can't believe you are telling me to go and seduce a
twelve year old child. For one thing, how about you
and me? You don't want us to develop our
relationship?"
"Of course I do, for you already have me completely
hooked. But she needs you too, and it is something I
fully understand. We are going to have to share you,
and we will work that out together. I know that is
possible, for it was her encouragement that brought us
together for the first time, so she is willing to
share you, primarily for your happiness. But she is
definitely yours when you decide you want her, and
that can't be left too long."
"Suppose it had already happened. How would you feel
about it?"
"Jealous, and wondering why you are not with her right
now. She needs you, tonight and tomorrow night more
than most. It will help her deal with her mother's
death."
Bruce sat there thinking, for events had taken him by
complete surprise, and almost as if circumstances were
giving him the ideal twist of fate. As he thought, he
gently kneaded one of Linda's breasts, and
occasionally planted a kiss on her forehead. Then he
reached a decision, got Linda and himself up, and
headed upstairs.
"Go and get Sara," he told Linda as they approached
the girls' room. He continued on until he reached his
own room.
Linda went in, and touched Sara on her shoulder. She
had already recognized that she was under the covers
playing between her legs, so she interrupted
carefully. Sara was still surprised, but when Linda
beckoned her to follow, she obeyed, her nightgown
dropping over her as she climbed out of bed. Hand in
hand they went to Bruce's bedroom, entered and Linda
closed the door behind them. Then she took her over
to stand before Daddy, reached down and pulled the
nightgown off over Sara's head, leaving her naked
before him.
Bruce stood up, placed a kiss on Sara's mouth, and
then stepped over to Linda. Without a word being
said, he started to open and remove her clothes,
continuing until she also stood before him naked.
Then he commenced removing his own clothes, and
finally the three were there naked before each other.
"Would my two sexy ladies please consider lying on the
bed and allowing their lover to enjoy the taste of
both of you?" Sara and Linda looked at each other,
smiled and exchanged a hug between them before they
climbed up on the bed beside each other. Linda hooked
one of her legs over Sara's and both of them were
there, legs drawn up and spread apart, waiting for the
attention of the man they both loved.
Starting with Sara's crotch, Bruce licked and kissed
her for a few moments and then went over between
Linda's legs to do the same thing. He ended up going
back and forth several times between each of the
offerings, before he finally climbed up over Sara.
"I love you so much, Daddy!" she declared as he pushed
his penis inside the welcoming vagina. Turning over
towards Miss Chambers, she mouthed, 'thank you' while
her man pumped her. When Linda leaned over and kissed
her full on her mouth, she climaxed. Daddy remained
in her during the height of the climax, and then he
was gone, and inside his other lady's vagina.
Once again, Bruce pumped Linda until she reached a
climax, and then he went back to his younger lover.
It was not too long for her to be brought to her next
climax and the time for the change to his older, but
still young, lover. When she climaxed, he could hold
back no longer, and he came deep inside her.
When they had recovered sufficiently, Bruce got up and
sat on the side of the bed. Both of the girls got off
the bed and knelt on either side of him. "That was
the most wonderful thing I could ever have imagined,
Daddy. I love you so much, and to be able to share
you with Mommy will be so great."
"She is right, Bruce," said Linda. "That was really
good, and very exciting. We both needed you, and are
both glad to have things out in the open. You are one
sexy old man, and we both love you!"
"Be careful with that old man stuff," said Bruce.
"You might convince me I am too old to satisfy two
sexy young girls, and end up doing without
altogether!"
"There's lots of life left in you, old man! Don't you
try to make excuses, because we won't let you get away
with it," said Linda. Turning to Sara, she asked,
"What did you call me a little while ago?"
"Mommy!" she replied, looking down into her lap.
"Bless you child!" said Linda. "If you could feel
like that towards me, it would be utterly fantastic!"
"I have wanted you to be my Mom for a long time before
we even met Daddy. I would often think how nice it
would be if my mother was like you, and sometimes even
pretend you were my Mom."
"It has every appearance of us becoming one very close
family," commented Bruce. "At least I now have no
more doubts, and know where I want things to go!
Right now, however, we all need to get some sleep.
Tomorrow is a very big day, and we need our rest.
Give me a goodnight kiss, Sara, and then get your
nightgown on and back to your bed."
"Yes sir!" she replied, jumping up for the goodnight
kiss. Then she got her nightgown on, stole another
kiss from Daddy, kissed Mommy, and left the room
wearing a huge smile.
"You are one hell of a great Daddy, Daddy!" declared
Linda when they were alone. "Let's see if we can get
a little sleep," she suggested. She got back on and
into the bed, not bothering with her nightgown.
"Aren't you going to put on your nightgown?" asked
Bruce.
"And have something get in your way if you feel like
you need something more? Not a chance!"
Nothing more was to happen, other than they cuddled up
against each other, and both fell asleep in the
other's grasp, Linda with her back against her man's
chest and belly. She felt comfortable and happy.
Funeral Day
Totally unexpected, the church was filled to
overflowing. The service was nice and decent, with
the children sitting up at the front with their new
Daddy and Mommy. Sara also took on a parental role,
provided little Cassandra with support as she listened
to it all and watched the casket being closed over her
mother's body. It was at that moment that Dwaine also
reacted, got up and flung himself into his Daddy's
arms. Delano accepted the support from Linda as she
held him to her bosom.
All four of them had trouble watching the casket being
lowered into the ground when the service reached to
the graveside. They all clung to each other, and in
particular, to Bruce as they experienced the hurt of
saying goodbye. She was their birth mother, and
despite the new relationships, she still meant
something special to each of the children.
Following the conclusion at the graveside, almost
everyone in attendance followed the family along the
'short cut' to Bruce's home. There they shared in the
goat belly soup that Mrs. Grey had prepared, and the
other refreshments that were set out on the lawn of
his home. Many blessings were wished upon them, and
finally they all drifted off to return to their own
homes.
"Almost nobody came to the funeral," observed Linda
when she was alone with Bruce. "They all came to see
you with the children, and were surprised to find it
was us with the children. There is a lot of talk
going on about us all around the district right now.
If your ears are burning, then you will at least know
why. We are the sensation of the year!"
As they sat out back, the children began to gravitate
to them, taking up empty chairs and setting them so
they all ended up in a circle. Bruce asked each in
turn how they felt about today, and was able to help
even further in having each of them accept the tragedy
and the change in fate that had befallen them. During
the time they were there, Miss Chambers turned into
Mommy or Mom for each of them, and somehow that made
them feel a lot better. Mrs. Grey had also joined
them, and became the one to sum up the situation.
"You have somehow been brought together by the choice
of God. I think this was in his plans all along, and
you will be one of the finest families in all of
Jamaica for his blessings are upon you all. It is a
privilege for me to be a small part of all this, and I
am very glad for all of you."
"We have not made any definite decisions about this
just yet," commented Bruce. "Don't you think we
should have a chance to decide for ourselves?"
"You will make the right decision, for God will see to
that! You may need a little time to see that for
yourselves, but there is no doubt in my mind what is
going to happen. I hope you enjoy catching up with
those of us that already know!" she concluded.
"Alright, now," said Mrs. Grey. "I know that what was
here was not your first choice in food, so why don't
you all go into the kitchen for there is something
there for you all?"
Cassie got a ride up on Daddy's shoulders on the
return to the house, and giggled as he dropped low to
give her passage under the door frame. There on the
table was a light meal set out for them, and they all
turned to thank Mrs. Grey. She was not there, and
they all went looking for her. She was outside,
collecting chairs for stacking, and garbage for
disposal in large plastic garbage bags. Everyone
returned and pitched in, until everything was cleared
up and Mrs. Grey was free to return to the kitchen
with them. Only then did they sit at the table, and
enjoy her thoughtful preparations of food lovingly
prepared for them.
Evening Conversations
When Mrs. Grey was finally directed out of the door,
not being allowed to finish up the work she wanted to
do, the family headed for the living room. The
television was ignored, and they all sat around, the
younger ones wanting more information on the Mommy and
Daddy relationship that they were all coming to
recognize.
"Daddy and I have not worked out anything between us,
just yet," said Linda. "We need some time between us
to sort out where we are going and you guys will be
the first to know when we know. Okay?"
To everyone's surprise, Daddy got up and crossed to
before Mommy, knelt down on the floor and said, "Miss
Linda Chambers, will you consider marrying this old
man and making him happy for the rest of his life,
while he does what he can to make you happy?"
Linda's hands sprang up automatically to cover her
wide open mouth, and the tears sprang up in her eyes.
"Yes! Oh, Yes!" she said as she looked into the eyes
of the man she loved so much. As the cheers of the
children were ignored in the background, she found
herself in his arms, and sharing kiss after kiss even
as she climaxed. She never wanted to come out of his
arms again.
Finally, they separated, and paid attention to the
children all around them. Everyone was as excited as
if it was them that had just received the proposal.
It took awhile for everyone to being seated again and
then much conversation took place about the pending
wedding. Linda remained outside the conversation for
the most part, just happy to be with the man she would
marry.
Sara was the one to finally get up and say, "Okay
guys, they need to be alone. Everyone to bed!"
"Why do they need to be alone, Sara?" asked Delano.
"Do you think they want to do some adult type thing?"
"Can't you see they have already undressed each
other?" said Sara.
"Adults!" said Dwaine.
"Yah! Parents!" said little Cassie.
"Don't bother coming up to say goodnight, tonight, but
we expect an extra hug and kiss tomorrow for each of
us. Okay?" said Sara.
"Okay, Sara!" said Linda with a big smile.
As the kids rushed up the stairs, Bruce said to Linda,
"Those kids are something else. But I have no
intention of not saying goodnight to all of them!"
"Me neither, Miracle Man!" said Linda. "You have
worked wonders on five lives, and I believe that
something bigger than us has guided each of us to this
point. Please kiss me before we go up to the kids."
They had enough time for several kisses, and then they
headed upstairs together.
Each of the children received a hug and kiss from each
of the two parents, and were then tucked into bed.
Then the adults headed into the master bedroom, and
did what men and women do when behind closed doors.
Planning For The Future
Following breakfast, Linda remained at the kitchen
table with Bruce. There was a lot of things she had
been thinking about, and even though she had known
this man intimately a relatively short time, she had
known of him ever since he moved into the
neighbourhood quite a few years ago. Her instincts
told her that she could put her trust and faith in the
man, but her intellect told her to be cautious, and
leave herself a way out.
Broaching the subject with Bruce, she asked him what
she should do about her house. There was no
hesitation about his answer, and that in itself gave
her even more confidence in him. "My recommendation
would be you should keep it. The value will not
depreciate, so it is a sound investment. If you are
not living in it, it would still require periodic
maintenance, but that would be a minor inconvenience
when you consider the potential value. When you have
more confidence in our relationship, then you could
consider renting it out, and put the cash down for any
need you might have one day. Anything you bring up
here should be inventoried before it comes in, or as
it comes in. You have my word that I would never try
to keep them from you should you decide to move for
any reason. The utilities to the house should be
discontinued for the moment, and they would always be
easy to reinstate should you wish. How do you feel
about not living there, by the way?"
"Oh, I'm fine with that. There is a lot of sentiment
in and about the house, but I have been living in the
past too long, and need to replace that with a future,
and that is right here."
"With everything you have said being considered, I
recommend that we go there, look at what there is
there and what should be moved up here. There is lots
of storage space for anything you want to keep, so
please do not think it necessary to dispose of
anything you don't want to. While we are there, you
could pack up the smaller things like pictures and
mementos and move them in a way to prevent any damage.
There is likely to be the need to move all your
clothes wardrobe as well, so you can have anything you
need to wear close at hand. You can use the other
walk in closet in our room."
"There is a second closet like yours?" she asked.
"There is, my lady, just in case I got lucky enough to
find a lady I could call 'my lady'. You qualify
perfectly!"
"Thank you, my man!" she said with an exaggerated
curtsey, from her seated position.
"Let's go upstairs, and I will show you something that
might be of interest, and helpful to your thinking
about what there is to do." They left, hand in hand,
and headed upstairs.
Bruce opened the last door at one end of the upper
landing. Inside was a self contained suite, with a
separate kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom.
"You could move your things into this apartment, and
have your own private retreat should we ever have an
argument. By locking yourself up in here, you could
lock your sexy body away from my clutching grab."
"We both know we will have arguments, but I don't want
to lock my body away from your sexy body, for it is
too much fun to get caught in your clutching grab. I
guess we will just have to find another way to deal
with our arguments."
They both laughed and kissed, glad that the other had
a similar sense of humour and that they understood
each other. To add emphasis to the matter, Bruce
'grabbed' her buttocks, only to find his 'grabbed' in
the same way.
Leaving the children in the care of Mrs. Grey, they
drove to Linda's house, and Bruce got the grand tour.
It was not a large house, and everything would easily
fit into the apartment he had shown her, and now was
more convinced than ever that that would be the best
move.
Working independently, they packed up all the small
items as had been suggested earlier. They also
collected all food items from both the cupboards, and
the refrigerator, for there was no point in them
remaining there to spoil. The refrigerator was turned
off and unplugged, so that it could defrost. By the
time they packed everything into the car, it was a
full car, barely leaving room for the two of them. At
least at the other end they had a few extra volunteers
as the kids all helped in carrying what they could up
to the other apartment.
Another trip was made, this time primarily for the
clothes. She had a large collection, and even with
the kids' help, it took quite a few trips up and down
the stairs to get everything into her new closet.
Those things which store in a dresser were stored in
the second one in the main room and the shoes fit
easily into the shoe rack in the bottom of the walk in
closet.
Under orders from Mrs. Grey, they had to sit down and
eat lunch before they were allowed to go back to her
house.
Following lunch, they decided to take Delano along
with them, for there would be a lot he could do to
help. There was no shortage of enthusiasm on his
part, either. Together, they were able to get down
all the curtains and drapes from around the house,
remove all the pictures from the walls, and collect
the various small lamps. When they checked over the
house, there only remained the larger pieces and a
couple of rugs still to be moved, and they would take
more than their car to have them move safely. There
was considerable confidence that Mrs. Grey would know
of some men that could handle the move, so the next
big problem was to find a truck.
Sure enough, Mrs. Grey knew of some men, and of a
truck that could be available to move the furniture
and appliances, and she got busy on the telephone to
see what she could arrange. Almost an hour and a half
later, she reported success, and said the truck and
the men would be at Miss Chamber's house by nine
o'clock the next morning. With a look between them,
they both got up and headed for the car. If they were
coming then, they needed to check to see what else
should be moved before they arrived. The children
were all allowed to go with them.
When they got back to Bruce's house they had with them
the television set, a video cassette player, a
component stereo system, her computer system and a
whole big bunch of throw cushions. Linda liked throw
cushions! They were not allowed to unload however,
for dinner was waiting for them.
Following their dinner, the car was emptied, and
everything moved into the apartment, and then they
spent awhile making sure that what they had brought
was put out of the way of the furniture that was to
follow tomorrow. By the time they finished, everyone
was well tired, Mrs. Grey had gone home earlier, and
so they all had a shower, and headed into their beds.
It had been a very busy day!
Moving Day
Bruce and Linda were at the house by eight thirty, and
so were Mrs. Grey, the men she had arranged for, and
the truck also of her arrangement. The house was
opened, and the men went to work, with Linda running
around worried about this or that being scratched. As
they watched the men work, their concerns were put
aside, for they were being very careful with
everything, as if they were dealing with their own
things. By ten o'clock, the house was empty, checked
over carefully by both Linda and Bruce, and then they
headed up the road to start the unloading process.
When Mrs. Grey came upstairs to the apartment,
everything was almost finished, so she gave them
fifteen minutes to do whatever they needed to do, and
then get downstairs to the kitchen for lunch. Her
cooking and culinary skills were well known in the
community, and a lunch she had prepared suited their
fancy extremely well. They rushed to finish up, were
paid by Bruce in cash, and then they all headed for
the promised lunch. It was as good as they had
anticipated, and their appetites were large enough
after the work so that there were no leftovers. The
men also liked how the family was there at the same
table, eating the same lunch with them, and did not
hesitate to tell them. All of them had been at the
funeral just two days ago, and were pleased to see how
the children were so contented in their new home.
Following their departure after lunch, Linda and the
children headed back upstairs and spent the afternoon
straightening out the apartment. Bruce was called in
for an hour's work hanging pictures around the walls,
and then summarily evicted as soon as the last one was
straightened. He was under orders to sit and relax.
Since his relaxation was on the Internet, he went into
the quiet study and started browsing the net,
remaining there for the better part of the afternoon.
Both Mrs. Grey and Bruce were asked to look over the
apartment before they ate dinner, and they did,
finding it looking very much as it had when it was at
the house, with only the clothes and the personal
grooming items absent, for they were in the master
bedroom.
Then they took in dinner, and an hour of relaxation
before heading to bed. Even though they were very
tired, the bed in the master bedroom still bounced for
awhile before they lay with each other and drifted off
to sleep. It had been another long day!
Back To School
The next day finally signaled a return to normality in
that it began with breakfast and the children all went
to school in the study. Mommy had to override the
mentality that was one of closeness to the more remote
standoff frame of that for Miss Chambers, and get them
back to the get down to work frame of mind. Sara
struck the final blow in the campaign when she stood
up, told Dwaine off for his bad conduct, and required
him to get down to work. Then the efforts were back
to those of last week, and the learning progressed.
Bruce took a trip into the major shopping center to
pick up provisions that they needed, and attend to a
few other pieces of business. He did also pick up a
network card and wire for Linda's computer so that it
could be hooked into the local area network. When he
had checked earlier, he noticed it already had a T1
connector installed so he only needed some cable to
hook it in and he already had sufficient left over for
the connection.
Upon returning to the house, the provisions were
unloaded into the kitchen, and put into the
appropriate storage locations. He then spent a short
time putting in the network card, and connecting it to
the network, and the Internet, and checking the
performance of the system. While it was not quite as
fast as his system, it was comparable to the other
systems he had for the children, and sufficient for
the purpose. Not too many systems had the speed of
his system for his CPU was measured in gigahertz
rather than megahertz used by most systems.
Changing Circumstances
During dinner, Bruce noticed Mrs. Grey was not quite
her normal self, seemingly a little agitated for some
reason. Excusing himself from the table, he got up
and headed into the kitchen to speak with her. "You
are bothered by something, Mrs. Grey, and that worries
me," he said. "Has something or somebody in the
family upset you?"
"Not at all, Mr. Burns," she declared. "My house it
giving me more trouble than I feel I can cope with now
that I am there alone. Even with my various sons'
help, I just can't keep abreast of all the repairs and
work that it needs. I come here and feel so good, and
by the time I reach my yard, everything seems to be
all wrong."
"Why don't you tell me what the house needs, and
perhaps I will be able to help?" he suggested.
"The grass needs to cut, the roof needs to be
replaced, the windows need to be fixed and washed as
it is almost impossible to see out them now. It is
just too much for me to manage alone."
"Have you any children that are in need of a place to
live, that could come and help maintain it and the
yard? Most of what you mentioned seems to be the day
to day maintenance, and you are not taking any time to
attend to those matters. You could of course, take
some time off to deal with some of those things."
"There is one boy that is living with his girl friend
in her home, and he has talked about how difficult it
is for them. As to taking some time off, I don't want
to be away from here, because I am happy when I am
here. I suppose I should, but I just can't see me
doing that!"
"Well here is a radical suggestion then. Why don't
you allow your son and his lady to live at the house,
and let them do the maintenance and repairs required.
You could use the apartment in there," he said as he
pointed to one side of the kitchen, "for a place to
live, and still keep title for your own house."
"You would put up with my living here," she asked.
"What a ridiculous question," he said. "You are
dedicating yourself seven days a week to my family and
me, and neglecting everything else for it. How could
I not want things to be better for you. Besides, I
might have to starve myself to death if it were not
for the fabulous cooking you provide us."
"That is a big decision, Bruce," she said. "Please
give me some time to think about it?"
"You take whatever time you need, but be aware that I
am willing to help wherever I can. Do not frustrate
yourself, but talk to me. We can work something out!"
"Thank you, sir," she said. "I will let you know."
Bruce returned to the dining room where everyone else
was still seated. Before he could sit down, Mrs. Grey
followed him into the room, said to Linda, "Please
forgive me for doing this to your man, dear." Then
she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his
cheek firmly. "I like the idea, and accept!" she said
into his ear, but still loud enough for everyone to
hear.
"I need to speak to my son," she continued, "so may I
leave now and ask you all to clear up from dinner?"
"We would be happy to do that," said Linda. "I don't
know why, but any time we can help, just let us know."
Mrs. Grey thanked both Linda and Bruce, and then was
headed out and down the road.
"Mrs. Grey has decided to take the apartment beside
the kitchen and live there while her son and his lady
takes care of her house. She tells me she is happy
when she is here, and sad when she is at her home, so
we are looking for her to be happy all the time."
"That is wonderful news for all of us," said Linda.
"She is so good at caring for the house and all our
needs." Then everyone got busy and contributed to the
clean up of dinner, except for Bruce. He got run off,
and was not allowed to participate, but required to
relax."
Linda found Bruce a little later in the study and
browsing the Internet. Bruce left what he was doing,
and said to her, "There is one more thing that you
need to know about members of the family. Delano and
Sara have become sexually active for some time, and
need the opportunity to be together once in awhile.
The last time I was there, and was able to teach him a
few things he needed to know. The big question would
be, how do you feel about his activities with Sara?"
"He is a little young, but I suppose it started back
before your time. It would be very difficult to stop
that now, and it best be allowed to happen. Sharing
bedrooms with the younger would seem to be the biggest
problem they have, though."
"What if they participated at the same time as we were
together with Sara?" he asked.
"That is a new twist, but I have no problem in his
involvement, as long as you are comfortable with it.
Would he be active with Sara alone, or would there be
other relationships, such as him with me?"
"If you would be comfortable with that, I have no
problem with the idea. I don't think he would be
embarrassed, but even if he was, he would soon get
over it. Do you want to give it a try tonight?"
"We might as well, so that all our relationships would
be open and above board."
"Then I suggest you bathe the two boys tonight,
starting with Dwaine, and then sending him to bed
while you bathe Delano. I will bathe Cassie, and then
Sara, and we can take the older downstairs on the
pretext of wanting to talk to them. Okay?"
"Okay, Bruce," she said. "Would you believe I am
actually looking forward to it?"
"The whole thing struck me as strange when it first
came up, but I did enjoy the candor and open contact
with him. Out of it, I now feel closer to him, and it
has not interfered with the father/son relationship,
but enhanced it."
There was no chance for further conversation for the
children entered the room having searched and finally
found them. "Now I realize that this would be a
bribe, if there was a hug and kiss in it for me, I
might remember bringing back some cake and ice cream
from the supermarket today. I just might be willing
to share them if I was treated good." He got five
hugs and five kisses, for even Linda got into the act.
Next stop, the kitchen!
"Alright, guys," said Bruce. "Mommy and I are going
to make sure you have been doing things properly and
we are going to bathe you this evening. Okay?"
To his surprise, a chorus of cheers went up in answer.
They seemed to like the idea.
When they split up, Mommy went with the boys to their
bathroom, while he took Cassie and Sara into the
girls' bathroom. Neither Dwaine nor Cassie showed any
hesitation about stripping, and were happily soaking
themselves under the running shower, while Delano and
Sara looked on from the background. As soon as they
were finished, and dried off, they were pointed in the
direction of their beds, while the other child was
directed to get undressed. Once again there was no
hesitation, and both were enjoying standing under the
running water and being bathed by the attending adult.
While Linda washed Delano's penis, it grew hard, and
he turned a little embarrassed. When Mom said it was
alright while she held it in her hand, he stopped
worrying. Indeed, he enjoyed the contact. Even when
she ran her hands all over him, including his
buttocks, he was completely yielding and cooperative.
Bruce, in the meantime, was openly exploring Sara, and
she drank in every moment of contact, wearing a big
smile until her sensual arousal started becoming too
much and she just enjoyed his hands deliberately bring
her to a climax. Then she stood before him to be
dried off, and dispatched to the bedroom for a
nightgown.
Good nights were exchanged with the younger children,
and then the adults traded places and said good night
to the other child. The older two accompanied the
adults out of the room, and instead of going
downstairs, were turned towards the master bedroom.
Dad removed Sara's nightgown as soon as the door was
closed, and Mom then removed Delano's pajamas, leaving
both the children naked, and smiling at each other.
As Dad embraced Sara from behind, holding one of her
breasts in his hand, Mom came up behind Delano and
took hold of his erect penis. Both the children
surrendered and enjoyed the touch they were receiving.
Dad placed his free hand between Sara's legs, and
started rubbing her clitoris, while Mom gently
manipulated Delano's testicles.
"You are both ready, so why don't you get on the bed
and show us how it is done," said Mom. They were on
the bed in a flash; Delano entered her vagina and was
pumping his sister rapidly.
Bruce and Linda barely had time to get their clothes
off before Delano climaxed inside of Sara. Then the
two naked adults lay down on either side of the two
children, still joined at the crotch, and started
touching the naked children all over their bodies.
The only resistance offered was when one of their
ticklish spots was touched.
The children were separated, and each taken onto the
naked adult of the opposite sex. They lay there,
contented and allowed their bodies to be explored by
the adult, and their lips to be kissed repeatedly as
the feeling and excitement began to swell within them
once again. Sara took the initiative and sat up,
positioned herself, and sat down on his Dad's erect
penis, enjoying the filling up of her insides as she
moved further and further down, until finally she was
sitting with her butt on his legs.
Delano had seen what Sara was doing, and began pumping
up and down, his penis rubbing against Mom's belly.
She guided him down, positioned his penis with her
hand, and he knew it was alright to enter her, which
he did emphatically. While Delano pumped inside her,
Mom turned to Dad and they exchanged a few kisses,
before returning their full attention to the efforts
of the children.
Sara became somewhat frustrated the second time she
lifted too high and Dad was no longer inside her. He
took care of that by getting up, laying her on her
back, and then he entered her; and the two guys
enjoyed sex with their partners. Delano was the first
to climax, and Bruce continued inside Sara for another
couple of minutes before he released inside his little
partner.
When everyone had recovered they all sat and exchanged
assurances that they enjoyed what had happened, and
wanting it to happen again. They were assured it
would, and that they were free to enjoy sex between
them whenever they wished, but needed for it to remain
known only to the small group of four. The younger
children and Mrs. Grey were not to be aware of any
such activities. This brought up the subject of the
bedrooms being shared with the younger sibling of the
same sex.
"There are other bedrooms," said Dad, "and I intended
to give each of you your own room once the younger
were confident enough to sleep in a room by
themselves." Both Sara and Delano said that they were
ready now, and probably would be happy with having
their own rooms. Dad assured them that the idea would
be checked tomorrow and if they were alright with it,
each would end up in their own rooms by the end of
day.
Before going to bed, they were led to the bathroom by
Linda, and the four of them crowded into the shower
again, primarily for a rinse off, but also some shared
contact. Dad took Delano's erect penis in his hand,
and even pumped it a couple of times before Mom bent
down and started sucking it in her mouth. She was
replaced after a few moments and Dad did the same
thing to his son, while Sara was felt up my Mom. All
the barriers were down, and they knew they were free
to engage in sex with any of the others without
hesitation. All of them dried off, and the kids got
on their bed clothes, and took themselves back to
their beds to enjoy some private thoughts on what had
happened, and the sweetness of drifting off into a
peaceful sleep.
Separate Rooms
When the idea of separate rooms came up, both Cassie
and Dwaine were jumping with excitement at the idea.
Even before the days lessons were started, the
furniture items for the older children were moved into
adjacent rooms, everyone was happy with the idea.
They were not given much time to enjoy them however,
as it was lesson time, and they were ordered
downstairs to the study.
Mrs. Grey had said she was ready to move up as soon as
Mr. Burns said it was alright. When he confirmed it,
she got on the telephone, and a couple of hours later,
the same men that had moved Linda were there with her
things. She would be staying there that night.
Linda took over the lunch preparations to allow time
for organizing her things in the apartment, and the
kids worked at completing the assignments they had
been given. By the time the children needed to return
to their lessons, everything was in fairly good order,
and Mrs. Grey took back her duties, starting with
cleaning up after lunch.
When the lessons were finished for the day, each of
the children was anxious to explore the feeling of the
privacy of their own room, all to themselves. They
raced upstairs while Linda was held back by Bruce as
she left the study. Rather than the kiss that she
expected, he turned his attention to the upstairs, and
moments later, Cassie was heard screaming. Again
Bruce held back Linda who had turned to respond to the
screams of a child. All the other children responded,
and then they were headed back downstairs behind
Cassie. She jumped up in Daddy's arms and wrapped her
little legs around him.
"Thank you, Daddy! Oh, Mommy, it is so beautiful!
Thank you, Daddy! Come and look Mommy!" Everyone
headed upstairs, and when they entered Cassie's room,
they saw the reason for all the excitement; a doll
house sat upon a little table, and inside were lights,
furniture, appliances and small little dolls.
"It's not her birthday, or Christmas!" said Dwaine.
"No," said Daddy, "it is an 'I love her' day." Cassie
was before her doll house, touching things and staring
into each of the rooms. "By the way, Dwaine," said
Daddy, "this happens to be an 'I love you, too,' day."
It took Dwaine a few seconds to work out what Daddy
had said, and then he bolted out of Cassie's room,
heading for his own. Seconds later came the
exclamation, "Holy cow!"
Leaving Cassie to her doll house, everyone headed for
Dwaine's room to find him examining the main box of
several, being the components of a model train set
with two trains, and lots of track. "Does it run by
itself, or do I have to push it?" he asked almost of
himself.
"It runs on electricity, Dwaine," said Daddy. "You
will find the part that you need to plug into the wall
socket."
"Oh, Daddy!" he declared as he got up and came over to
Daddy. "I don't know what I did to get such a
wonderful gift, but it is the best gift I have ever
been given. Thank you, Daddy, and I love you,
too...very much!" Then Bruce accepted his embrace
before he sent him back to work on setting it up.
Sara had left a short time before, and now came
bounding back into the room, to fill the void in
Daddy's arms that Dwaine had left. She did not say a
word, but managed to mouth 'thank you' to Daddy, and
then she took Mommy's hand and led her to her new
room. There in one corner was a dressing table, with
three mirrors, and on the top were a lot of different
items, including lipsticks, and perfumes, body
lotions, baby powder and others that could not be
immediately identified. A little bench was before the
table, with a soft padded top for her to sit on.
Suddenly Sara was no longer looking at the new things
before her, for she was wrapped around Daddy in the
same way Cassie had been.
Once Bruce got her down, she looked up into his eyes,
and said, "I don't know how you could know I dreamed
about something like this, and here it is. There is
no way I can tell you how much it means to me, but I
do say thank you, from the bottom of my heart."
"You are welcome, Sara, but there is one rule goes
with this," said Daddy. "You many not wear anything
on that table outside the house unless Mommy approves
first. Is that agreed?"
"I don't quite understand why, but if that is how you
say it must be, then that is how it will be. Thank
you, Daddy, it is absolutely wonderful!"
Delano was found sitting on his bed, and was doubled
over. When Bruce put his hand on the boy's head and
raised it up, he was crying and holding his side.
"What's the matter son? Are you sick?" The boy just
gestured with his hand that no, that was not the case.
He was crying too hard to answer any differently.
Bruce sat beside him, and the boy turned to him coming
off the bed and into his Dad's arms.
A couple of minutes later, the tears were subsiding,
and he spurt out, "I've never been so happy, Dad. I
love you so much!" Dad hung onto the boy, signaled to
the girls to go back to their rooms, and he sat there
with his son. Fighting to regain control over
himself, Delano said, "I've seen them in video places,
where you can play for a few minutes at a cost I could
never afford. Now I have my own!"
When Linda turned to see what he was referring to, she
saw a television and on the table before it was a game
controller, and several disks were laying around one
side of the desk. She knew it was a video game
system, and that even the television was a larger
screen than her own.
"Now, son," said Dad, "I know how tempting it will be,
but you are going to end up with a warm bum if you
play on it when you are supposed to be doing something
else, like sleeping. Do you understand what I am
saying to you?"
"Yes, Dad," he replied. "You should know I will not
do anything you tell me not to do, even though you
giving me a spanking does not scare me at all. When
you frown at me, it hurts more than any spanking I
might get! If you were to be mad at me, I would want
to die! I love you so much! Thank you, Dad! Thank
you! Thank you!"
"Alright, son," said Dad. "Why don't you go and see
if you can figure out how to connect it, and call me
if you need any help. If all else fails, read the
instruction book. Okay?"
"Okay, Dad," he said as he hugged his Dad once again.
"Thank you, so much! I love you!"
Linda had left the room moments ahead of him, now she
was standing at the top of the stairs, and now she was
in tears. The smile on her face said they were happy
tears, so when he saw, Bruce said, "What?"
"You really are the miracle man, and we are all so
fortunate to have you in our lives. I can't think of
any other man that would go to so much expense and
trouble for his kids, and the happiness you have
brought into their lives is beyond measurable. You
may have bought those gifts for the children, but you
also bought and paid for my heart."
"Does that mean you won't be needing this?" he asked
as he took out a small little box and opened it.
Inside was a multi-stoned diamond ring. Linda's
screams brought all the kids out of their rooms to
find out what was happening. As soon as Bruce was
able to peel her off of himself, he brought the ring
up, took it out of the box and slipped it on her
finger. Now the engagement was official!
When the kids realized what was happening, the boys
expressed some pleasure at it, how pretty the ring
looked, and then they ran back into their rooms.
Cassie had a little longer look, and a hug for Mommy,
but she was also anxious to return to her room, and
was soon gone.
Sara was not quite so easy to get rid of, for she was
dancing with Sara, or at least jumping up and down as
they looked at the ring. He received numerous kisses
from both his girls as they continued to chatter
between each other, until finally Bruce gave her a
sign to Sara for her to get lost at a moment when
Linda's back was turned. She got the idea, and
withdrew diplomatically a couple of minutes later,
professing her need to use the bathroom. Finally
Bruce and Linda were alone.
Before there could be any further developments, Linda
was picked up, carried into the bedroom where she
enjoyed an hour of passionate love making. During the
action, she was naked, except for the ring on her
finger.
When the couple finally emerged from the bedroom, they
were late for dinner, and the kids had already eaten.
That was a real shock to both Bruce and Linda, but
then they noticed the reason. Mrs. Grey had set up
small little table in one corner of the dinning room,
complete with a vase of flowers and two tall candles.
As Mrs. Grey entered the room, she was carrying two
salad dishes which she placed on the table, and held
her hand out for them to come and sit down. She did
take the time to look at the ring and declare how
beautiful it looked, and then she returned to the
kitchen. The couple sat down for a romantic dinner.
The children remained out of sight during the entire
evening. When the couple decided to check on them,
each was found in their own room, busy with the gift
they had received earlier, so they returned to the
living room and sat together, enjoying being with each
other, and with no children bothering them.
They were thinking of getting up to get the kids to
bed when they heard a sound at the room door. There
were the four children, in their bed clothes, and
coming to say good night. It became obvious Sara was
in charge, and had ensured they were bathed and came
to them for their good nights, rather than making them
visit each room. The youngest was sent over first,
and each followed in progression and then went to
their beds, leaving them alone. Except for one small
little light off in one corner of the room, all the
lights were out.
The Dawn of Another Day
Bruce and Linda arrived at the breakfast table before
the children the next morning. Each came in and warm
greetings were exchanged. When everyone else had said
good morning to Mom and Dad and of course Mrs. Grey,
Delano asked Dad to move his chair back for a moment.
Puzzled, Bruce set his chair back from the table, and
then Delano kneeled down beside him and bent over his
lap. "I deserve a spanking, Dad. I snuck in an extra
game last night, and stayed up later than I should
have."
Dad placed one good smack on the boy's bum, and then
got him up, bringing him down to sit on his lap. "I
love you, son," said Dad as he hugged the boy to his
chest. Then pushing him away, he gave him a stern
look and said, "If you can't be trusted to do as you
are supposed to, I will put a timer on the power line
for your room. Do I need to do that?"
"I'm not sure, Dad. You might, for it is so hard to
resist. I will try hard, and tell you if you need to
put it on. Okay?"
"Okay, son," replied Dad. "Now if you don't get off
me and let me at my breakfast, you just might get the
spanking you expected." The boy delayed long enough
to give Dad a warm hug, and then he got up and went to
his place at the table.
As Mrs. Grey served the breakfast plates, she served
Bruce last instead of first as she normally did. When
she put his plate before him, she also planted a kiss
on his cheek. "What a wonderful man you are, Mr.
Bruce Burns. God bless you!" Then he was allowed to
eat.
At the end of the meal, Dad announced, "As you have
all been very good about your school work, and since
your teacher will be busy today, you all are to spend
the day in your room, or visiting each others' rooms
if you wish. It will only be for the one day, so make
the most of it!" Following the chorus of thanks, they
were all running up the stairs, followed by the smiles
from the three adults.
"I don't know if it comes from being an old man," said
Linda, "but you sure have a way about you that gets me
excited just by being with you."
Bruce got up suddenly and went over to the radio
playing softly in the background. Cranking up the
sound rather loud, the tune playing had struck his
fancy, and he began to dance. With her hands over her
mouth, Linda watched for a few moments before she
began to dance with him. By the time the music was
done, all the kids had come down to see what was
happening, for the radio was never played that loud
before. "Go Daddy, Go!" came the encouragement from
the side just as the music was about to end. Every
single one of them left when the music was done and
the volume turned back to normal, all with a smile on
their face.
Wedding Plans
Most of the day was spend with Bruce and Linda working
out wedding plans. Invitations, choice of minister
and all the myriad of details were discussed, written
down, some crossed off and new ones written. There
was occasional input from Mrs. Grey, primarily about
the reception that would follow.
Taking the time out in the middle of the planning,
they drove down the road to the church. The pastor
lived in a residence built there, and they wanted to
ask him about officiating at the service. He
indicated he would be very pleased, and agreed to
perform the service out of doors at the rear of
Bruce's house. The reception would follow the service
at the same place, some pavilions would be erected for
the purpose, and to remain afterwards as features
added to the property. They would be erected in a 'U'
shape, with some canopy's occupying the center area.
Bruce had other plans for the center, but was not
willing to talk to anybody about it at this time.
On the way back to their yard, Bruce noticed one of
the men that had assisted Mrs. Grey and Linda, and
stopped to ask him about building the pavilions. As
he had the time, he came back up to the house with
them, and learned what was wanted describ. With the
use of some paper and pencil, he measured and worked
out what it would take to do the job, and put an
estimate on it. Bruce asked him to proceed as soon as
he could before he left the yard. Bruce and Linda
went back to the plans they were formulating, now with
the help of some of the details being resolved.
A little after lunch, a large truck pulled up to the
gate along with the man Bruce had hired, and the truck
was backed around behind the house. Then the load of
materials was unloaded, and they received a cheque
from Bruce in exchange. It was beginning a lot sooner
than what Bruce had expected, and he was very pleased
with how things were going. During the time he was
talking with the contractor, he was asked if he and
his lady could receive an invitation to the wedding,
only to be told he was on the list from early on, even
when the date had not been decided as yet. Indeed
setting the date became one of the major items still
to be decided.
Even though it was only a couple of weeks from then,
they liked the idea of holding the wedding on the
Saturday between Emancipation, and Independence Day,
two of the major holidays in Jamaica. When she
checked, it was compatible with Linda's time of the
month, and so it was resolved. Preparations needed to
be put in high gear.
Mrs. Grey was the first to confirm she would be ready
for that date, and then the contractor said he would
be finished 'long time' before then. Next, it was a
trip into town and a meeting with a wedding
coordinator service that was offered there. With that
stop, they were able to order the invitations for
delivery the next day, plan the menu for the
reception, and bring a few other details they had not
thought of under control.
When they reached back at the yard, Mrs. Grey was
somewhat upset about the catering service that would
be provided, as she wanted to take care of all that.
"There is no way you will be able to do that, Mrs.
Grey," said Bruce. "You are to be on the guest side
of the fence, not the service side on that day." With
a little more argument, she finally gave in and
accepted the decision.
Over the next few days, everything began to fall into
place. The pavilions were all up, and the roof tops
were on the main one, and some of the one side. With
the rate of progress, it would be done in good time.
One morning, the contractor carried with him something
he had made at home. It was a trellis for the two of
them to walk under in a symbol of unity. He was too
busy to listen to their thanks, for he had the roof
tops to finish, but the smile indicated he was happy
with what they had said, but just did not know how to
take a compliment or thanks very well.
The invitations were collected, and then distributed,
mostly through personal delivery. A personal visit
from the caterer was entertained, allowing for the
finalization of most details, at least in his mind.
Some invitations were extended by telephone as the
island's mail service could not be relied upon, so a
few phone calls were insurance all would go well, and
nobody left out.
There were a couple of days where the children's
lessons were short cut to make time to do something
required for the wedding, but they were as cooperative
as it is possible for children to be. Their wardrobe
had to be expanded to give them something appropriate
to wear, and Linda was able to take care of that,
giving them a chance and excuse to go out together and
do things as a Mother and her family. Everyone was
pleased, but non more than Bruce.
Taking advantage of their absence, Bruce contacted the
pastor, and held a private conversation with him about
the service. While his request was unusual, giving
the circumstances behind it, the idea received his
blessing, and the specifics were worked out. As Linda
needed to be aware and agree to the idea, she was
brought into the picture and told of the arrangements.
Even as she listened to Bruce, she sat barely
listening as she stared and marveled at the man she
would soon be married to, unable to reconcile her good
fortune. When he finally finished with the details,
she expressed her appreciation and approval in the way
she felt most able to express herself, she shared her
heart and body with him is some very passionate sex.
Wedding
Even though the time was relatively short, the days
dragged on. The children continued with their
lessons, finding them even more pleasurable than what
they had imagined them or found them to be when they
first started. Every day their teacher became closer
as a mother, without any sacrifice of discipline.
Indeed, by the time the wedding finally rolled around,
they had all passed the point where they should have
been in school, and were now going on into work they
would normally receive in the coming school year.
Thanks to the participation of Mrs. Grey, even the day
of the wedding went quite smoothly. The adults had to
be told to sit down at the breakfast table and eat,
otherwise they would have continued with their
scrambling around, but gave into the very stern orders
from their housekeeper. When Bruce and Linda realized
the caring she was showing, in unison, they placed a
kiss on each of her cheeks. She responded with a
smile and an order, "Sit!" which they did.
Attendance at the service must have included almost
everyone on the invitation list, and it was suspected
that there were a few extras from the surrounding area
that they did not even know. Provisions had been made
to ensure they would not be short of anything, so
there was no concern in accommodating them. It was
Mrs. Grey, some days later, that told them they had
become the leading citizens in the community, and
everyone in the area had heard about them, and wanted
to attend.
One very large and unexpected occurrence happened to
the delight of the bride and groom as well as the
guests. The children of the school where Linda taught
had been brought in to sing at the service, and their
renditions had been coordinated with the wedding
company and the pastor, so they fit in beautifully.
In addition to the children, another surprise came in
the form of the mayor of Montego Bay as he was in
attendance, and would speak at the reception.
The service went beautifully, and a good number of the
ladies amongst the guests could be seen with their
handkerchiefs, drying up the escaped tears. It was
just before the presentation of the couple to the
guests that the real tear maker was presented.
Following the kissing of the bride by her groom, the
children were called up and asked to stand before the
pastor.
"In so far as this couple has come together in
matrimony," began the pastor, "and you are expected to
be an important part of the family, it is now time for
you to commit yourselves to this union and the
relationship that has been formed. Do you, Sara
Shakes, take this couple into your heart as your
parents, to love, honour and respect them as your
parents?"
"I do," responded Sara through her tears.
"Do you, Delano Shakes, take this couple into your
heart as your parents, to love, honour and respect
them as your parents?"
"Oh yes! I do!" replied Delano.
"Do you, Dwaine Shakes, take this couple into your
heart as your parents, to love, honour and respect
them as your parents?"
"Yes, Sir, I do!" replied Dwaine.
"Do you, Cassandra Shakes, take this couple into your
heart as your parents, to love, honour and respect
them as your parents?"
"Does that mean they will be my Mommy and Daddy?" she
asked to the delighted giggles from the guests.
"Yes, Cassie," replied the pastor, "that is exactly
what it means.
"Then I sure do!" she replied as she tried to hide her
embarrassment at the audience response.
"Then with the power invested in me, I call upon the
blessing of the almighty God upon these good people
before me as a family, and for him to watch over them
through the coming years. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am
pleased to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Burns, and
their family." Bruce and Linda turned and started
down the isle, followed by the four children, and
surrounded by the very loud applause, whistles and
comments thrown out by the audience.
It was not until sometime during the reception that
Miss Needham came up to the couple and said, "Never
have I been so right in making a wrong decision. I am
going to resurrect the file, and formalize the
arrangements so that it will be part of the official
records. Bless you both!"
One of the speakers was the Mayor of Montego Bay,
reporting that he felt compelled to attend as he had
heard about the family from more than one source.
Even though their home was outside the city, they
frequented the city, and represented the quality of
people that made him proud to serve as the mayor.
Sometime during the evening, the couple and their
children disappeared from the scene, and when their
absence was noted, it was circulated that they had
left on their honeymoon, and the children on a special
vacation with them. The party continued for quite
awhile after they vanished, and Mrs. Grey did not get
to lock up the house until the small hours of the next
morning. She was pleased at the outcome of the
wedding and party, almost as much as if she had
arranged everything herself.
Honeymoon
Unknown to Linda or the children, Bruce had arranged
for them to spend a week at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel on
the other side of Montego Bay from where they lived.
For the week, they were pampered and catered to, swam
in the sea and the pool, ate in the dining room, and
sometimes in the privacy of their own room, spent time
with the children and privately, and grew even closer
as a family.
Late one evening, they were swimming in the sea, when
it was noticed that only they were there, and the
children were a little way away, closer to the shore.
They took advantage of the circumstances, and made
love right there in the water. When Sara realized
what was happening, she provided distraction for the
other children, so they would not notice, and caught
only occasional glances for herself.
Everybody enjoyed the stay in a fancy hotel, but were
quite happy when the day arrived to check out and
return home. As it happened, their home was just as
enjoyable to them as anyplace else they could thing
of, and they had all their own things to occupy
themselves with. While the food was quite good, what
Mrs. Grey prepared for them was even better, and they
missed her. That was very evident when they did
arrive home, and every single one was greeted by her,
and returned, with equal enthusiasm, their greetings.
School Progress
By the time November came around, it was quite evident
that there were problems at school. The work the
children had done at home had passed where the poor
children at school were for all four of them. As a
result, they were actually falling back rather than
moving ahead with their learning, and this was
becoming evident to Linda and even the school
principal. A meeting was arranged in the early part
of December, and they sat down as adults, to deal with
the problem.
Even though it was recognized that they had done so
well at home, Linda was a valuable asset at the
school, being one of the teachers and holding a
distinguished reputation. Socializing with others
their own age was also important for the children, as
well as the recognized need to do the standardized
testing that applied to all school children on the
island. It was a struggle, but Bruce finally came up
with a proposed solution after he withdrew from the
meeting long enough to think about the matter.
He suggested that the children attend school two days
per week, and spend the other three at home, receiving
private lessons. The student teacher working with
Linda would take her class on those days, and thereby
provide him with a better experience at teaching,
while still being supervised and guided by his mentor.
That struck everyone as a good idea, and he was asked
to come down and join the meeting. When he found the
idea quite good, and believed he could handle the
responsibilities, it became agreed and arranged.
Tuesdays and Thursdays would be attended at school,
while the other three days were to be worked at home.
They would be marked present by their teachers on
those missed days, and neither the board nor the
ministry of education would be informed.
When the children learned of the new arrangements,
they were ecstatic, and knew they would be better off
for learning and still be able to have fun with others
of their age. The next day would be an 'at home'
school day.