{ASST} Two_Strays {Mr_Ed} (Mg+, exhib, pett, inc, 1st, cons)

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.  If your 
main interest is in the sex, go to the end of the 
story, for there is not much.


Two Strays

by: Mr. Ed

      Close to the time he was going to lock up his 
store, two young girls walked in.  Both of them were 
upset, to put it mildly, and streaks of tears had 
dried on their faces.  They were certainly not the 
usual customers one would find in a hardware store.
      
      "Some boys are chasing us, sir!  Could we please 
wait in here until they have gone?" asked the older 
girl.
      
      "Certainly, darling.  Let me go and look outside 
for these boys," he told them.  When he went outside, 
he saw five boys down the road, walking along away 
from the store.  He could not follow them for the 
store was wide open and his staff had already gone 
home for the day.  Returning inside, he told them the 
boys had gone, and if they waited a few minutes, they 
would be out of sight.  "In the meanwhile, why don't 
you both go into the washroom back here, wash your 
pretty little faces, and see if you can find a smile 
under there somewhere.  Okay?"
      
      Escorting them into the back, he showed them the 
washroom, and invited them to use some of the clean 
towels he had stacked up for his staff as they were 
required.  Then he went about the steps necessary to 
close the business for the day.  One of his final acts 
was to close the front door, and turn the lock, before 
he turned off all but the night lights.  That was when 
the girls came back out of the washroom, both of them 
looking much fresher and brighter, and wearing little 
smiles.
      
      "Now that looks so much better, ladies," he told 
them.  "Come and tell me about those boys and why they 
were bothering you."  He led them into his office, and 
had them sit down on the visitor's side of the desk 
while he sat behind it.
      
      "Every time school gets out, they hang around 
waiting for us.  They like to lift up our skirts and 
see our panties, and they love pushing us around.  We 
came out the other side of the school today, and made 
it part way before they realized we had avoided them, 
and came running after us.  When we came around the 
corner, we ducked in here to hide from them."
      
      "You go to the school just up the road from here, 
I presume?"
      
      "Yes, sir!" replied the older girl.
      
      "So where is home, darling?" he asked.
      
      "We live up Anchovy way, and have to take a taxi 
home at nights," they told him.  "That is partly why 
they like to call us 'country girls' and tease us."
      
      "Why do you travel so far to school?  I know 
there are some very fine schools up that way, 
including right in Anchovy.  I happen to live up in 
that area myself," he told them.
      
      "We were already going to this school when my 
mother died, and we went to live with our cousins."
      
      "I am so sorry to hear about your mother," he 
told them.  "How did she die?"
      
      "Our father chopped her when they were fighting," 
she said, her head bent to face the floor.
      
      "Oh, my!  How are things with your cousins?" he 
inquired.
      
      "Awful!  They don't want us to be there, but 
there are no other family members for us to live with.  
I think they are going to throw us out soon, 'cause 
they don't have enough room or money for us."
      
      "Have you talked to your school guidance 
counsellor about your problems, darling?" he asked.
      
      "She told us to make the best of the situation 
for there were no other answers to our problems," 
declared the older girl.  As yet the younger girl had 
not said a word since she arrived.
      
      "Well, ladies, I can think of a couple of things 
that might be of help to you.  First, my name is Mr. 
Bruce Burns, and this is my store."
      
      "Good evening, Mr. Burns," said the older girl.  
"My name is Linda Grey, and this is my sister, 
Francine Grey," she told him.
      
      "It is a pleasure to meet you both, Linda and 
Francine," he said.  "Now let's talk about your 
problems.  Do the boys trouble you during the school 
day?"
      
      "No, sir.  They go to a different school, and it 
gets out earlier than ours, so they come down and make 
trouble only when we come out after school."
      
      "What time do you come out of school?" he asked.
      
      "Three o'clock except on Fridays which is at two 
o'clock."
      
      "How would you feel about my coming to meet you 
when school is over, and then you can come down to my 
store with me.  When I close my store at night, I 
could take you up home instead of you having to take a 
taxi, especially when you don't have enough money to 
afford a taxi twice every day."
      
      The younger girl had stood up, and came around 
behind the desk, reached up and put her arms around 
his neck.  When she didn't want to let go, he set her 
up on his lap while he turned back to the older girl.  
She was crying again!"
      
      Handing her a tissue from his supply, he asked, 
"What is making you cry now?"
      
      "We are so lucky to have come into your store and 
met you.  You are so kind, and are even willing to 
help us.  Thank you, Mr. Burns.  If you could do that, 
maybe we could help you by dusting your store or 
something.  We can sweep floors or something."
      
      "If it was up to me, you would come here, and 
both of you would do your homework while you are 
waiting for the store to close.  Your school work is 
very important, and it should be done at the first 
opportunity you have to get it done.  Now how about we 
get out of here and get you both home."
      
      "Could you give me a few minutes first, please 
sir?  I've got to try and get something for Francine's 
supper."
      
      "Hold up, now!  If you are going to get something 
for Francine's supper, how about yours?"
      
      "I'm alright, sir.  But she is young and needs to 
eat more than me.  I usually eat a little of hers."
      
      "Wouldn't you get supper at home?" he asked.
      
      "There's never enough for us, and I'm supposed to 
beg some money to buy something before we go there.  I 
wish you wouldn't call it home, because we only bathe 
and sleep there."
      
      "You're kidding!" he exclaimed in disbelief.  
"What would they say if you didn't come there?"
      
      "Good!" she stated.
      
      
New Arrangements
      
      "Okay, Linda and Francine, it seems necessary 
that some things change.  First, you are right, let's 
do something about supper for all of us.  Now, I 
happen to like Chinese food, and there is a great 
place near here.  What I would like to do, is get some 
food there, and carry it up to my place.  I need to 
try and get there before my housekeeper leaves for the 
day, and see if I can make arrangements for her to 
stay overnight to take care of you ladies.  I am a 
man, living alone, and that is not a good place for 
two little girls to be staying without a woman there 
to care for you, and keep you safe.  If we can get 
there, and I can arrange for her to stay the night, 
then you can both sleep in one of the extra beds I 
have, and we can talk some more about your various 
problems.  What do you think?"
      
      Linda got up and came around behind the desk to 
throw herself against him, and put her little arms 
around his neck.  Once again, she was crying, but 
before she buried her face into his shoulder, he was 
able to notice a little smile on her face.  He put his 
arm around her, and held her to him for a few moments, 
and then said, "Come on, ladies.  We need to go if we 
are going to get there before my housekeeper leaves."
      
      Obediently, the two girls followed him each step 
of the way, watching as he locked up the store, and 
then getting into his car when he opened the door for 
them.  They waited in the car when he went into the 
Chinese restaurant, and ordered what he thought best 
for them and his housekeeper, and then they were 
joining the traffic on the way home...or at least to his 
home.
      
      Driving into his garage and parking, he had 
concerns for the house looked like it was locked up, 
and he suspected his housekeeper had left already.  
When he checked his watch, he realized he was later 
than usual, and was now certain that she had left.  
That created a whole new set of problems.
      
      Tackling the first problem first, he led the 
girls into the kitchen, got out the plates and cutlery 
needed, and then dished up the meal for the three of 
them.  "We need to eat, and that is more important 
than anything else right now, so let me get you a 
glass of milk each, and then we can have supper.  Then 
we can go down the road and see if my housekeeper 
could come back and spend the night with us.  
Otherwise, I don't know what we can do."
      
      "Mr. Burns," called Linda.  "We don't need your 
housekeeper to be here for our sake.  Your offer to 
let us stay the night is great, and we wouldn't be of 
any trouble to you.  Could we stay, please?"
      
      "Please, Mr. Burns?" asked Francine.
      
      "Oh my, she speaks!" he exclaimed with a smile.  
"You haven't said much since we met Francine, and it 
is so nice to hear your pretty little voice."
      
      "You may be sorry you said that, Mr. Burns," said 
Linda.  "I usually can't get her to shut up when we 
are together, unless somebody else is there."
      
      "Hearing either of you talk sounds wonderful to 
me, Linda," he replied.  "As I said earlier, though, 
little girls do not stay with men that live alone.  
Since my wife is not here, and my daughters are all 
grown up, and don't live with me, it is a concern, and 
it should be for you as well.  You need to look out 
for your own safety yourselves, you know.  There are 
some that will do terrible things to you, and you must 
be on your guard."
      
      "We are, sir!" she stated.  "When we find a 
saint, however, we know when to stop worrying."
      
      "One thing I am not is a saint, darling," he told 
them as they were eating.  "How much homework do you 
have tonight?"
      
      "Francine has a little, but I have a lot, and I 
haven't even started yet.  I'll never be able to get 
through it all."
      
      "Eat first, and then we will see how much you can 
get through, for I'll give you a hand with it, if you 
will allow me," he concluded.
      
      "I would love your help, Mr. Burns," she replied.  
"Thank you, sir!"
      
      
Suppertime
      
      Looking at his two guests, he noticed how they 
were doing their best to eat in a mannerly way, and 
how they would take a little drink of milk every few 
minutes.  When he saw Francine's glass was a little 
low, he got up and went to the fridge to return with 
the bottle of milk, and replenished her glass.  As he 
poured, Linda was gulping down some, and then set her 
glass down before her with a look up at him.  With a 
smile, he poured hers, and told the girls, "You may 
drink as much as you like, but not so much that you 
would wet your bed tonight.  Okay?"
      
      "I'm sorry, Mr. Burns, but it is just that we 
haven't had milk for so long, that I don't even 
remember the last time.  It is so wonderful, just like 
you!"  Linda got this out just before the tears 
started flowing again.
      
      Bruce set the jug down on the table, and pulled 
out the chair next to Linda.  He sat down, and held 
his arms out to her, to which she almost jumped up and 
into his arms.  Holding her next to him, he told her 
that everything was alright, and gently rubbed her 
head, and her back attempting to bring her emotions 
under control.  By whispering to her in her ear, he 
caused her to stop the heavy crying so she could hear 
what he was saying, and gradually helped her settle 
down.
      
      "Alright now, darling," he told her.  "Back to 
your place at the table, and finish your supper.  
You're not going to be healthy without the proper food 
to make your body grow and give you energy to live 
off."  Placing a little slap on her bottom, he sent 
her back to her seat, with a warm, reassuring smile.
      
      "I love you, Mr. Burns," declared Linda.
      
      "Thank you, darling," he said.  "You haven't 
known me long enough to know that, but the thought is 
very nice, and it is nice you feel that way towards 
me."
      
      "I love you as much as I loved my mother, and I 
don't care how long I've known you.  You are the 
kindest and nicest man I've ever met."
      
      "Enough!  Now eat!" he ordered them, trying to 
sound severe.  His smile gave him away.
      
      When they finished eating, the girls helped him 
clear up the dishes, and place them in the dishwasher.  
Then he guided them into the study, and instructed 
them to get out their homework.  They did as they were 
told, glancing around the room at all the books and 
other things in the room, thinking how wonderful the 
place looked.  It took a little bit before they 
settled down and put the needed effort into their 
school work.
      
      All during the time they were working, Mr. Burns 
sat with them, and guided them into thinking about the 
questions, arriving at the answers that were needed.  
He celebrated their successes, and there were several 
times when he told them to touch him, holding out his 
fist for contact with their little fist.  Laughing was 
often heard, as he made their work into fun, rather 
than tedious work.  Linda was the most astonished one 
when she realized all the assigned work was done, and 
Mr. Burns had checked it over to find everything was 
right.  She was beside herself with delight, and 
satisfaction with her success and his celebration of 
her success.
      
      
Old Arrangement
      
      When he checked the clock, it was getting on, 
near nine o'clock.  He really didn't want to trouble 
his housekeeper at that time of night, so he suggested 
they get in the car and he would go around to their 
cousins house.  Sadness returned to their faces, but 
they did as he instructed them.  With their school 
bags all packed up, they put them in the car, and they 
were off on the short drive to Anchovy.
      
      The house identified by Linda was all closed up 
when they arrived.  Calling out to them, he said he 
had the two girls with him, and was bringing them 
home.  From inside the house came the reply, "If they 
wanted to stay here, they should have been here before 
lock up."  Then the lights that had come on at first 
were extinguished and nothing further was heard from 
inside.  Getting the girls back into the car, he drove 
back to his home.
      
      
Shower Time
      
      Once inside, he told the girls to put their bags 
down, and told them they needed to bathe.  Taking them 
up to the bathroom, he got out towels and cloths for 
both of them, and then gave instructions on how to 
operate the shower, leaving the water running for them 
at the right temperature before leaving them.
      
      Fifteen minutes later, the two girls emerged, 
each wearing only a pair of panties.
      
      "Where...What...You don't have any clothes here, 
other than your school uniforms do you?" he stated 
only half in the form of a question.
      
      "Come on, let me see what I can find for you to 
wear tonight," he said, and led them to his room.  
There he took out two polo shirts from his wardrobe, 
and passed one to each girl.
      
      "We don't need these, sir!" said Linda.  "We 
don't want to dirty up your clothes, Mr. Burns.  We 
usually sleep in our panties when we are at our 
cousins."
      
      "Look at you, Linda!  You are growing up, and 
have even started to grow breasts.  That means you are 
too old to be going around showing them off, 
especially to a man you just met today.  Don't you 
worry about dirtying up a couple of shirts, for it is 
of no consequence to me."  He opened out the one he 
had passed to Linda, and helped her put it over her 
head, locate her arms in the sleeves, and then pulled 
it down over her.  Then he did the same for Francine.
      
      Leading them back out of his room, he took them 
to one of the spare rooms he had, opened the door, and 
entered.  Going over to the bed, he turned down the 
top sheet, and invited them to get in.  Each of them 
gave him a hug and a kiss, for which they received a 
ride into bed in his arms, amidst a burst of laughter 
as they got their ride.  With the sheet pulled up to 
their necks, he said, "Good night, ladies.  It is nice 
to have you stay over in my home.  I'll see you in the 
morning."  Both of them returned a polite 'goodnight, 
sir' and he left them, closing the door on the way 
out.
      
      
Breakfast
      
      The next morning, he had breakfast ready when 
they emerged, both wearing their school uniforms.  
Taking them into the bathroom, he got out two new 
toothbrushes from his supply, and handed one to each 
girl, pointing to the sink where he had placed the 
tube of toothpaste.  When they came back into the 
kitchen, each got a little hug and kiss on the 
forehead, a smile, and directions to the table for 
breakfast.
      
      "Are we to look for you when school dismisses?" 
asked Linda.
      
      "Yes, darling.  If I am not there, then wait for 
a few minutes.  I might be serving a customer, and be 
a little late, but will try to be there on time for 
you.  When I drop you at school this morning, you show 
me which door you come out.  Okay?"
      
      "Yes, sir!  Thank you, Mr. Burns.  You are really 
wonderful, and a great father...I mean friend," said 
Linda.  He gave her a smile, noticing the slip of the 
tongue, but did not mention it.
      
      When breakfast was finished, they cleared up the 
table, again putting the dirty dishes in the 
dishwasher.  Then they were into the garage and the 
car, ready for the drive to school and work.  Just as 
they pulled out, the housekeeper was walking up to the 
house, and waving to him.  Pulling the car up to the 
front, he parked and came out, calling the girls.
      
      "Miss Joyce, I would like you to meet Linda and 
Francine Grey.  Girls, this is Miss Joyce, the lady 
that takes care of my home for me."  There was a 
polite exchange of greetings, and then the girls were 
directed to return to the car.
      
      Far enough away from the vehicle that they could 
not be overheard, Bruce gave her a quick recap of what 
had happened, and that he might be asking her to stay 
over tonight, if he was not able to find suitable 
accommodations for the girls.  When she heard they 
were the girls that the father had murdered the 
mother, she became instantly sympathetic, and agreed 
to the arrangement if it was necessary.  He told her 
he would call during the day, but he had to get going 
as they were now running a little late.  Climbing back 
into the car, he drove off heading for the city.
      
      
Workday & School
      
      Once he dropped them off at the school, and had 
the exit door identified, he drove the balance of the 
way to his store, and commenced opening it for the 
day's business.  The morning passed quickly, divided 
as it was between the business of the day and his 
efforts to locate suitable accommodations for the 
girls.  As lunch approached, he realized that he had 
not provided for the girls to have lunch.  He left 
earlier than usual for lunch that day, for he had to 
stop and buy them something to tide them over, and 
deliver it to the school.
      
      When he entered the office, he told them that he 
had two students there that had forgotten lunch, and 
identified them to the principal to whom he was 
speaking.  "My name is Morris, sir, and may I ask 
yours?" she said.
      
      "Bruce Burns, Ms. Morris.  It is a pleasure to 
meet you."
      
      "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Burns.  Your girls 
were one of the subjects discussed during recess this 
morning, and the teachers told me of how excellent 
they had done their homework.  Both of them said it 
was their new Daddy that had helped them, and were 
extremely proud of their work.  Are you their new 
Daddy?"
      
      He told her of how he had come to meet the girls, 
and his intention to pick them up at the end of the 
school day to avoid the visiting boys problem.  Since 
he was speaking with her anyway, he asked if she had 
any ideas towards more suitable accommodations for 
them, or any other ideas to assist him in finding a 
more suitable home for them.
      
      "It seems to me, Mr. Burns, that they have 
managed to do an excellent job of finding a suitable 
place for them to live.  Not many would be willing to 
take up the responsibility as you have."  
      
      There were interrupted by the secretary as the 
girls had arrived.  The lunches were given them, and 
he received a hug from each before they were sent back 
to their classes, until the commencement of their 
proper lunch break.
      
      It became necessary to advise Ms. Morris of the 
personal circumstances that prevented him from taking 
them into his own home, and how he had managed to make 
only temporary arrangements with his housekeeper.
      
      "Those girls were among the top in their classes, 
Mr. Burns," said Ms. Morris, "until the home was torn 
apart.  You are the first that has been able to bring 
out any of the potential of those two beautiful 
children.  I don't have any answers for how to work 
out more suitable arrangements, sir, but if those 
girls were to loose you, it would be a tragedy, and 
they don't need another of those so early in life.  
Please consider any options that might allow them to 
remain with you, and if I could be of any help in that 
regard, please don't hesitate to let me know."
      
      Before he was able to leave the school, Ms. 
Morris insisted on him meeting the two teachers for 
the girls, and both of them made much fuss over the 
girls homework as well as their improved attitude that 
was so clear today.  Only then was Bruce able to get 
back to his store, and provide the staff with the 
relief for the lunch break that they needed.
      
      
Afternoon Encounter
      
      Shortly before three that afternoon, Bruce left 
the store again, and headed up to the school yard, 
arriving just before the school was dismissed.  When 
he arrived, there were five boys waiting for the 
school to be let out, and oblivious to his presence.  
The school bell rang, and the kids began pouring out 
of the school.  As Linda and Francine came out, the 
boys closed in on them, and the fear in the girls was 
immediately obvious, until they saw him indicating 
they should not say anything.  When the first boy 
advanced on the girls, and the second came right 
behind, Bruce knew who the two ring leaders were, and 
very suddenly they found their approach retarded, for 
he had hold of both of them.
      
      "Come on, boys, it is time for you to be 
identified, and arrested.  You have no business being 
on this school property, for you certainly do not 
belong here, and I will not tolerate any trouble for 
my girls."  Ms. Morris had come out just as this was 
occurring, and joined him as he held the two captives.  
All the other boys had vanished into thin air, but 
they were not the ring leaders, only the followers, 
and represented no further threat.
      
      Upon the demand of Ms. Morris, the boys produced 
evidence of who they were, and accompanied the 
production with all sorts of apologies, and promises 
not to come back again.  The principal told them she 
was sure they would not be returning, for she intended 
to have a word with her friend, the principal of their 
school.  When she finished speaking, Bruce swung the 
two boys around to face him.
      
      "If I ever so much as see your faces in or around 
this school, you will get a beating like you have 
never received before.  Do I make myself clear?"  Both 
the boys were well scared at this point, and said they 
understood and would not come back again.  "Make sure 
you don't for I mean it, and I certainly will do it.  
Now get out of here and go home!" he ordered as he 
released them with a good shove.  They left at a full 
run.
      
      "Thank you, Daddy!" exclaimed Francine.
      
      "Thank you, Mr. Burns," stated Linda.  Both of 
them were next to him, hugging onto his two sides.  
"Please excuse Francine, sir.  She is dreaming again, 
and forgot you are not our Daddy, but she means well."
      
      "It is one of the biggest compliments that 
anybody could give me, darling," he told her.  "You 
are both welcome.  Now I need to get back to the 
store!"
      
      "I will contact the principal for the school that 
the boys attend," said the principal of the girls' 
school, "and I am sure of his help in the matter.  We 
will look forward to seeing you again, sir.  Good 
night!"  The girls and he called back with their 
goodnight wishes, and then walked hand in hand with 
him back to the store.
      
      
Homework
      
      Once inside the store, he identified a bench that 
the two could use to do their homework, and they 
immediately sat down and began their work.  As Mr. 
Burns returned to his office, several of the staff 
were there to ask about the visitors.  He had to tell 
them that they were temporarily staying with him while 
he located something more suitable to their needs.  
The rest of their curiosity had to remain unresolved.
      
      When the store was closed for the day, the staff 
seemed to be a little slower than usual at 
disappearing, and several remained around as he 
ushered the girls into his car.  Wishing them all a 
good night, he drove out of the lot, and headed 
towards his home.
      
      
Housekeeper
      
      Miss Joyce had prepared an excellent meal for the 
girls and himself, and had to be encouraged to join 
them at the table for her meal.  The milk was missing, 
so he got up to get it, while Miss Joyce got out the 
glasses needed, and then returned to eat.  During the 
table conversation, Linda said she had all her 
homework done except for one question for which she 
could not figure out an answer.  She was instructed to 
bring it to him after supper, and he would help her 
with finding the answer.
      
      The meal was barely finished, and everyone was 
still sitting at the table when Linda went to get the 
books needed, and bring them back to the table.  Bruce 
read the question, so he was sure he understood it, 
and then started asking Linda to think about it, using 
a slightly different approach than what she had tried.  
When she finally realized the correct answer, he 
pointed out that she knew it all along, and only 
needed a little help thinking about it in the proper 
way.  She was proud of herself as she wrote the 
correct answer in her book.
      
      Once away from the dinner table, the girls were 
told to assist Miss Joyce in cleaning up the kitchen, 
and he headed into the living room.  When they 
arrived, they produced their homework at his request, 
and when he found all the answers to be correct, it 
was as if he had given them a great reward, for they 
were so happy at having done well.  He then sent them 
off to get their borrowed nightgowns, and to bathe.
      
      "It does not surprise me at all to see the girls 
respond so well to you, Mr. Burns," stated Miss Joyce.  
"You are a most excellent parent, and an inspiration 
to them.  They would do so well if they remained with 
you."
      
      "Now there is the problem, Miss Joyce," he 
stated.  "I am a single male, living alone.  How on 
earth can I keep two little girls in my home without 
raising concerns, and questions.  They need a woman's 
guidance as well, and I don't have one around, other 
than your borrowed time."
      
      "Too many of your neighbours know of you and the 
type of man you are, Mr. Burns.  Everyone speaks well 
of you, and nobody would be surprised that you have 
taken in the girls.  You saw the need, and you did 
something about it.  Nobody in this area would 
question you keeping them, nor have any other kind of 
bad thoughts about it at all.  This is Jamaica, and 
sometimes little girls are brought up by their 
fathers.  You would be the best person to care for 
them, for there is nobody like you that I have ever 
met."
      
      "Thank you for the vote of confidence, but it 
does not resolve the bigger question, for they are not 
my children, and I don't think the authorities would 
accept such an arrangement."
      
      The girls came out of the bathroom moments later, 
both wearing the shirts he had provided them last 
night.  Immediately, they came over to him, and his 
normally roomy easy chair was filled up, as one girl 
was on each side of him.  Miss Joyce gave them a smile 
they didn't see.
      
      Following a little television, the girls were 
sent off to bed.  They refused to go, unless he said 
he would come and say good night to them.  When he 
said he would, they were gone on the run.  Both were 
standing beside the bed, requesting the ride in like 
he had given them last night.  Each got a spin around, 
and then were placed in the bed, the sheet was pulled 
up to their necks, and then dropped down again as each 
sat up to give him a hug and a good night kiss.  As he 
left, he told them he would see them in the morning.
      
      Miss Joyce had already prepared the next room, 
and she went in shortly after the girls were in bed, 
stating that she was tired.  Bruce watched a little 
more television before he headed for his own bed.
      
      For the next two days, the same routine was 
followed, other than Miss Joyce prepared the 
breakfast, and had also made them lunch to carry to 
school.  Bruce provided a little change to buy a drink 
for lunch, and was informed they needed just a little 
more, for milk cost extra.  He was happy to provide 
what they needed, and was very pleased that they 
wanted the milk.
      
      
Welfare Cases
      
      Friday morning, he had noticed one of the 
customers was spending a lot of time talking with his 
staff.  He was considering going out to see if he 
could help with her, for it appeared that she was 
having difficulty making a choice about what she 
wanted.  Before he could leave, however, one of the 
staff came up to him, and said there was a lady from 
the Child Welfare Office here to see him.  This turned 
out to be the lady that he thought was a customer that 
needed help.
      
      "Mrs. Morris has asked me to look into your 
situation with the two Grey children, Mr. Burns.  I 
hope you don't mind I took the time to speak to your 
staff before speaking with you, but what Mrs. Morris 
is asking is rather unusual, and I needed to do a 
little research before meeting you.  My compliments go 
out to you, for your staff believe you are able to 
walk on water!"
      
      Bruce had to laugh at that one.  He knew his 
staff, and got along very well with them, and he was 
rewarded with outstanding performance from all of 
them; the junior member had already been there for 
nearly five years.  Treating people fairly has its own 
rewards, and his staff was proof of that.  "I do 
believe that is a slight exaggeration, but I do thank 
you for it.  They are a good bunch!"
      
      There followed an interview, and lots of 
questions, at the end of which his personal history 
had been disclosed, and the details of his children 
provided, along with his current circumstances.  He 
was then informed of the need for a home visit, plus 
interviews with both of the children.  The offer to 
visit the home was extended, but was to be delayed 
while they had a bit of lunch first, if she was 
willing.  She accepted the invitation, and they headed 
out for an extended lunch break, informing the staff 
they would have to split their lunch breaks to cover 
during his absence.  He was rushed out, and told to 
forget the store, as it would be taken care of.
      
      Lunch was an extension of the interview, but most 
of the conversation had to do with attitudes, and 
understanding of various scenarios that were put 
forth.  As diplomatically as he could he responded, 
and managed to eat his lunch in between.  Then they 
used his vehicle to head up to the house.
      
      Following the tour, he gave the welfare officer 
an opportunity to speak privately with Miss Joyce, and 
waited patiently for it to be concluded.  When she 
returned to the vehicle, he drove straight to the 
school.  Mrs. Morris called first one, and then the 
other into the office, and they had their interviews 
while Mr. Burns returned to his store, and a myriad of 
questions from his staff, none of which he knew the 
answers for, for the matter was still under 
investigation.
      
      Just before it was time to go and meet the girls 
after school, they walked in the front door with the 
welfare officer.  With some pointing, he directed the 
girls to the homework desk, and was joined in his 
office by the lady.
      
      "I must agree with Mrs. Morris, that if you don't 
keep those two girls, it will be a tragedy.  I was the 
person that placed them with their cousins, and I 
prayed for a miracle for them, as it was the last 
place I wanted to leave them.  Well, sir, my prayers 
have been answered, and you appear to be that 
miracle."
      
      "It is quite unusual to give custody of children 
to a single male, but you are the only exception in my 
many years in this position.  I am asking you to be 
the girls' guardian, and bring them up in your own 
home."
      
      "I can't continue to have Miss Joyce stay apart 
from her own family for much longer.  How on earth am 
I to arrange for their security when she goes home?"
      
      "Do you think you would be the only single parent 
in this country?  Miss Joyce is willing to come in 
every day of the week, weekends included, to help you 
during the day.  If you would be willing to buy a lock 
to put on their room door, then you can and should 
send Miss Joyce home every evening."
      
      "Sorry, I can't do that!" he declared.
      
      "Why not?" she asked, absolutely astonished by 
his answer.
      
      "This is a hardware store, and I'm not about to 
buy a lock when I have hundreds in stock!"
      
      "Don't you scare me like that again!" she 
declared with a laugh.  "Your inventory will be just 
fine, sir.  I will be back and need to do some follow 
up over the next period of time, but I must say, it 
has been an absolute pleasure to have met you, and I 
am looking forward to the next meeting.  Here is my 
card, and I have added my own private number.  If I 
can be of any assistance, day or night, please do not 
hesitate to call me.  Now, while it is not usual, I am 
going to ask a favour of you.  Would you consider 
telling the girls that you are going to keep them 
while I am still here to watch?"
      
      Bruce called over one of his staff, and asked him 
to select one of the better security locks from the 
inventory, and bring it to him.  Then he asked him to 
send the girls up to the office along the way.  He 
went down, spoke to the girls, and they immediately 
left their books and headed up to him.
      
      
Invitation
      
      "Would you two ladies consider sitting down for a 
moment?  I have something to ask you, if you don't 
mind."  Both of them sat down next to the welfare 
officer.  "It seems that Mrs. Morris had done 
something to try and help you, but I'm not sure it 
will work out the best way.  She wants me to have both 
of you live with me at my house.  Do you think that 
you might consider doing that?  I can be pretty strict 
sometimes you know."
      
      Neither of the girls said a word, and both sat 
with their heads bowed.  When he got up and went 
around the desk to lift Linda's face by her chin, she 
was sobbing so hard, she could not speak.  As she 
looked on his face, she jumped up into his arms, 
wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around 
his waist.  Her head was going up and down, as her 
answer.  Then Francine was suddenly wrapped around his 
waist, and she was looking up at his face.  She only 
said one word, "Daddy!"
      
      When he heard the sound, Bruce looked out to see 
his staff all around the office, applauding.  The 
welfare officer was sitting in the same place, but she 
was now crying as well.  Kneeling down, he then held 
the two girls while getting them calmed down.  In the 
process, he received some very wet kisses, leaving 
both of his cheeks wet from their tears.  The staff 
had returned to work, diplomatically, and the welfare 
officer bid him goodbye as she slipped out of the 
office.  He was left with his two wards to calm them 
down and allow them to return to their homework.  As 
he walked hand in hand with the girls back to the 
desk, he heard from several of his staff, 'Daddy' as 
he passed them.
      
      With the girls back at the desk doing their 
homework, the welfare officer thanked Mr. Burns for 
allowing her to witness such a happy event.  According 
to her, it was seldom she got to see such a happy 
outcome to her cases.  She promised to see him again, 
and then left him to his staff.  Everyone had to say 
something to him, and shake his hand.  Even the stock 
boy had signs of tears as he shook his bosses hand.
      
      Finally the store's day was finished, and 
everything done for the closing.  With the door 
locked, and the staff in the process of departing for 
the evening, Bruce got his two girls into the car, and 
headed back up to the country and their home.  Miss 
Joyce was ready for them, and they all sat down for 
another delightful meal.
      
      "I will be going home as soon as I clean up after 
dinner, Mr. Burns," reported Miss Joyce.  "The welfare 
lady said there would be no need for me to be here 
every night, and that you would still be able to keep 
the girls.  Tomorrow, I will be back, and take care of 
your meals, and the few things necessary about the 
house.  The only thing I need to point out is the 
girls need some things, especially clothes, if they 
are to live with you."
      
      "True enough," he replied.  "I haven't given that 
much thought, but of course they will.  I really want 
to thank you, Miss Joyce.  We will take some time 
tomorrow to work out new arrangements, and a more 
appropriate pay rate, but I certainly want to thank 
you for all your help this week, and the most 
excellent meals you have prepared for us."
      
      "Working for you is an honour, Mr. Burns," she 
said.  "You are one fine man.  I can't say that I 
would object to a small raise, but it is not necessary 
and I want to help you with your new family.  Do you 
have any idea of how well I am treated, just because I 
work for you?  I am the lucky one, just as the girls 
are lucky to have found you."  Turning to the girls, 
she said, "Mr. Burns is a very fine man, and I want 
both of you to cooperate with him fully.  If he 
speaks, you listen and obey.  You will be the winners 
if you do."
      
      "We will, Miss Joyce!" declared Linda.  "He 
doesn't believe us yet, but we really do love him, and 
we couldn't be happier that he is to be our new Dad.  
Thanks for all the things you did for us this week, 
too.  You are a good friend to Mr. Burns, and I really 
like you too!"  Even the usual stoic face of Miss 
Joyce broke into a hidden smile with those comments, 
which she stumbled to brush off.  When Linda came over 
and put her arms around her, and a kiss on her cheek, 
she finally gave in, returning the hug while a big 
smile spread over her face.
      
      When supper was cleared away and Miss Joyce had 
left, Bruce headed into the living room, followed by 
his two children.  Sitting down with them, one at each 
side, he asked about their things and where they were.  
Apparently they did have a few items, and they were at 
their cousin's house.  Since it was not too late, 
Bruce got them into the car and drove there to 
retrieve them.  The girls were sent into the house to 
get whatever they had, and less than five minutes 
later, returned to him and the car.  Even the goodbye 
was done pleasantly, and they were both wished 'good 
luck'.  Then they returned to their new home.
      
      Once inside, the two girls were required to get 
out what they had brought from their old home.  It was 
spread out on the bed for him to examine.  There were 
a few things they could wear around the yard, another 
school uniform for each a few pairs of panties for 
each, and the rest was garbage.  Those were disposed 
of immediately, and the girls informed they were not 
to wear any torn up clothing like those again.  Linda, 
with great trepidation, argued against one particular 
item being thrown out, for it was her favourite shirt 
to wear around, and was allowed to recover it.
      
      "We are going shopping tomorrow morning, ladies," 
he informed them.  "Please put these things on 
hangers, or in your dresser drawers before you come 
back out of the room.  I like to see things neat and 
tidy, so I am asking you to work with me on keeping 
them that way.  Okay?"
      
      "Yes, sir!" replied Linda.  "We would be happy to 
work with you on this or anything you want, sir!" she 
added.  Before he left the room, each received a kiss 
and a little pat on their bottom, as they headed to do 
as he had requested.
      
      When they came out, they were dispatched to the 
bathroom, as it was time to bathe.  Obediently, they 
went about doing as directed, emerging some twenty 
minutes later, both wearing only their panties.  
"What's this?" he asked.  "Where are the shirts I 
loaned you girls?"
      
      "They are so nice and soft and smooth, but they 
are so hot to wear," stated Linda.  "Since nobody else 
is here, could we not wear them tonight?"  He had 
already taken his shirt off for the same reason, 
making it difficult to answer their argument.
      
      "We will be getting you some proper nightgowns 
tomorrow.  Francine is still young enough that she may 
go around like that, but you are a little older, 
Linda.  Do you really feel comfortable walking around 
showing your breasts to a man?"
      
      "Only when the man is you, Dad!" she replied.
      
      "So you think calling me Dad will soften me up 
and let you get away with things?" he asked.
      
      "I didn't think it could hurt to try," admitted 
Linda.  "Besides, everyone else is calling you our 
Daddy, why shouldn't I call you Dad?"
      
      "It is a wonderful compliment, Linda, and if you 
are comfortable with it, I'd be happy if you called me 
'Dad'," he told her.
      
      "Thank you, Daddy!" she replied, and came over to 
give him a kiss on his cheek.
      
      "Now as to the bare breasts, get over here," he 
ordered.  She approached without caution and he placed 
his hands on her waist and tickled her until she was 
lying on the floor, squirming, and begging him to 
stop.  "Tonight, only!" he exclaimed as he let her up.
      
      "Oh, Daddy!  I love you so much!" she declared.  
"I'd do anything for you!  Anything!"
      
      "Then park your bottom, and lets watch a little 
television before it is time to go to bed," he said.
      
      The only show they could find that was suitable 
for them to watch and had any interest at all was on 
the Discovery channel, and it was even boring as well.  
They ended up, as a result, ignoring the television, 
and talking amongst them, making the evening one of 
quality time together.  When it came time for them to 
go to bed, they were reluctant, but obedient.  Both of 
them held out for a ride into bed, and each received a 
good one before they came to rest on their backs.  
Hugs and kisses were exchanged, but both of them 
managed to place one kiss on his mouth, before he 
tucked the sheet over them and headed out the door.  
Only then did he remember the lock that he had brought 
home, and that it was not installed.
      
      Getting his tool kit, and the lock, he brought it 
to their door, and prepared to put it on.  "You don't 
need to do that tonight, Dad," offered Linda.  "Why 
don't you leave that for tomorrow.  We don't care if 
it is ever put on, because we trust you and know that 
we are safe as long as you are here with us."
      
      "Alright," he agreed, "but please remind me 
tomorrow.  It wouldn't do to have the welfare officer 
come here and not find the lock on the door.  They 
might very well take you out of here and to a new 
home."
      
      "We won't forget to remind you, Dad," declared 
Linda, "especially if it means that!"
      
      They exchanged good night wishes and he headed 
for his own shower and then his bed.
      
      
Shopping Spree
      
      Early the next morning, Bruce entered the girls' 
room even before they awoke.  The sheet had been 
kicked off and the two lay there in their panties 
alone.  He had to smile, and went to work, installing 
the lock on their bedroom door.  Both of them joined 
him to watch, disappeared into the bathroom to relieve 
themselves and then returned to their room.  Even as 
he worked, they slipped off their panties to put on a 
fresh pair, and then proceeded to get dressed.  The 
innocence and trust did not go unnoticed.
      
      Breakfast was ready by the time Miss Joyce 
arrived, and instead of preparing it, she was able to 
sit down and eat it.  She asked the girls how the 
night was, and chatted with them about how they liked 
being there with Mr. Burns.  Both reported being very 
happy, and that they were going to go shopping today.  
There was considerable excitement in their voices, and 
he had no idea that they were looking forward to it so 
much.
      
      "This is one of those times where a woman's touch 
is really needed, Miss Joyce," he stated.  Would you 
consider coming with us and help me get what the girls 
need?  We should be back before supper time."  She was 
reluctant, but with the help of the girls, she finally 
agreed.
      
      The first store they stopped in was reputed to be 
a reasonably priced clothing store for children and 
young adults.  For the most part, the store lived up 
to its reputation, and yielded the basics of the 
wardrobes for the two of them, including underwear and 
sleepwear, socks, shoes, shorts, shirts, blouses and 
even the local school's required uniform.  Each of 
them also had a bathing suit purchased for them, and a 
robe they could wear at the beach or around the house.  
They then spent awhile in a more up scaled store that 
catered to the same age group, and various outfits 
were selected suitable for wearing to the city, or on 
a less formal outing.  Most of their skirts and 
dresses came from this store.  Bruce wanted to buy 
them a more formal dress as well, but was talked out 
of it by Miss Joyce, suggesting it would be better to 
wait for an occasion so that something best suited to 
the time could be purchased.
      
      Lunch followed that store, and the local fast 
food chicken outlet got their business, which was 
followed in turn by a trip to the local drug store for 
hair care products and personal grooming items 
suitable to a girl's use.  Miss Joyce added a bag of 
feminine napkins to the cart without the notice of the 
girls.  Daddy also took up some vitamin supplements to 
be given to the two girls, at least until they added a 
little meat to their meager frames.
      
      While they were in the drug store, Linda 
disappeared, and none of them knew where she was.  A 
search of the store found her in the toy section, 
holding onto a doll like it was a baby.  When she saw 
them, she placed it back on the shelf from which she 
had taken it, walked up to them and said she was sorry 
for touching something that was not hers.
      
      "What on earth are you talking about, Linda?" 
asked Daddy.  "Of course it is yours.  Bring your baby 
and put her in the cart until we pay for it," he 
ordered.  Linda put her hands over her open mouth, 
tried to fight off the tears, and did as she was told, 
setting it down as if it was a real baby.  Spinning 
around, she jumped up into her Dad's arms, almost 
knocking him off his feet.
      
      "Oh, Daddy, thank you!  It is the most beautiful 
thing I've ever seen!" she declared.  "I've never had 
a doll of my own, and...thank you!"
      
      "You are most welcome, darling," he told her, 
setting her back down on her feet.  "You have reminded 
me, however, that you girls need to play, and we need 
a few things for you to play with.  Let's see what we 
can find."  They spent the next three quarters of an 
hour going through and selecting games and other toys 
for them to play with, and each selection was lovingly 
added to the shopping cart, but non were put on top of 
Linda's doll.
      
      On the way to the check out desk, a man 
approached and stopped Bruce.  "Excuse me, sir," he 
said, but I have been watching you for awhile now, and 
I need to ask, these are not your children are they?"
      
      "They are now, it appears," he responded.  "May I 
ask why you are interested?"
      
      "I'm sorry, sir, but I am Fred Williams, and this 
is my store.  I know where your store is for I shop 
there quite regularly.  There is just something about 
how the girls react to you that caused me to speak to 
you.  I also see all the things you are buying, and I 
thank you for that.  There is one item, however, that 
I can not sell you, for I would like to give this 
young lady her doll, with my compliments."  Taking the 
doll from the basket, he set it in her arms as if it 
was a real baby, and she accepted it with wide open 
eyes.
      
      "Thank you, Mr. Williams!" she said.  "It is 
alright to speak to him, isn't it, Daddy?"  Bruce had 
to smile and told her it was quite fine.
      
      "There is one more thing.  It seems that you 
missed something back over there for your other young 
lady.  There just happens to be a doll very similar to 
your sisters, but a little different.  Do you think 
you could provide a good home for her?"
      
      "I'd make as good a home for her as Mr. Burns is 
making for us, Mr. Williams," replied Francine.
      
      "Then I think that is as fine a home as she could 
ever find," he replied.  Francine checked with Daddy 
before she left for the corner of the store with Mr. 
Williams, and received her own doll.
      
      When he returned, Bruce introduced himself to 
Fred, and they placed themselves on a first name 
basis.  Fred told Bruce how impressed he was with the 
staff in the hardware store, and how they had 
satisfied his needs every time that he shopped there.  
His own staff was being encouraged to treat his 
customers in the same fashion as what he found in 
Bruce's store.  They exchanged business cards, adding 
their own home numbers in both cases, and Bruce 
thanked Fred for his kindness and the business he had 
provided his store.  Promising to keep in touch, they 
headed for the check out, where Mr. Williams approved 
the two dolls at no cost.  When they left, they knew 
they would meet again.
      
      There was still one more store that they needed 
to shop in, and that was the grocery store.  Bruce had 
his home stocked to supply his needs, and had not 
anticipated two additions to the hungry appearing so 
suddenly.  They needed food!  Some extras were added 
to the shopping cart, like the coloured liquid in 
plastic bags, before they arrived at the last isle 
where the ice cream products were stored.  Bruce had 
to have it explained how the bags were frozen and then 
eaten, and was promised a taste when the girls had 
one.  Then with the ice cream added to the cart, they 
were in a rush to get home and get it relocated into 
the freezer before it melted.
      
      During the drive home, the Bob Marley tune, "One 
Love" came on the radio, and as soon as Daddy started 
signing along to the increased volume, the girls and 
Miss Joyce joined in with him.  It was after 
everything was unloaded, and carried into the house 
that Miss Joyce came up to her boss and said, "I 
normally don't do this, except at Christmas, but you 
have made this nicer than any Christmas day I can 
remember, Mr. Burns."  With that, she threw her arms 
around him, and hugged him close to her.  "God bless 
you, sir!" she exclaimed.  Then everyone was chased 
out of the kitchen for she was late with supper.
      
      While he waited for the meal preparations, Bruce 
sat back and enjoyed his two little girls playing on 
the floor before him, primarily with their new dolls.  
The way they went about talking to the dolls, caring 
for them and being together with each other made him 
feel a contentment that he had forgotten knowing.  
Now, he was really in love with his two new children.
      
      
Christmas In June
      
      "Dinner is served," came the announcement from 
behind where Bruce sat.  When he stood up and looked 
at the adjoining dining room, he was not prepared for 
what he saw.  Even while he had been sitting there 
watching the girls, Miss Joyce had set the main dining 
table, complete with a vase of flowers, candles on 
either side, and napkins placed in the drinking 
glasses and opened into a fan shape.
      
      "What is this?" he asked.  "The table looks like 
it is set for Christmas dinner."
      "It may be the beginning of June, sir, but you 
have made this more like Christmas day than the day 
itself.  Come and take your places, for you have some 
work to do, Mr. Bruce.  You have to carve the turkey!"
      
      She had not been kidding, for it was a Christmas 
dinner.  Turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, roast 
potatoes, and some peas and carrots mixed together was 
exactly the menu he liked each Christmas.  Miss Joyce 
gave the blessing.
      
      "Father we thank you for allowing us to come 
together in this wonderful home.  By bringing us 
together, you have blessed us with a kindness known to 
very few in this world.  With your wishes, we ask that 
you look down favourably on all of us as we eat to 
nourish our bodies, but we especially ask you, Lord, 
to watch over this wonderful man with such a large 
heart.  There is non better since your son gave us his 
life for us.  Thank you!  Amen!"
      
      Bruce stood looking at Miss Joyce for a few 
moments before he took up the carving knife and fork, 
and went to work on the bird set before him.  His two 
young ladies sat in absolute wonder at the table, 
while their two dolls sat on the one chair at the 
other end of the table.  Christmas had come twice in 
the last six months and he allowed himself to enjoy it 
as much as he used to enjoy the day when he had his 
own children and his wife around him.
      
      
Children At Play
      
      After the meal, he was too stuffed to consider 
any work, and besides, he wanted to watch his little 
girls enjoying themselves again, for he knew they 
didn't get enough enjoyment up to recently.  They 
didn't disappoint him either, for they lay on the 
floor colouring in their new colouring book he had 
bought them.  Even as he watched them, their skinny 
little bodies stretched out on the floor, his eyes 
filled up with tears, especially when they began 
laughing over something one of them had said.  It 
brought joy to his eyes just to see them, and know 
they were happy.  When the mood of the day struck him, 
he selected and put on some Christmas carols.  As the 
girls began to sink along, his day was made complete, 
for their sweet little voices filled his heart until 
if felt like it was about to burst.  When Francine 
came over to him, and said he must sing along, he 
could not hold them back any longer and the tears 
flowed.
      
      "Daddy's crying, Linda," called Francine in a 
panic.  Linda was suddenly there, asking him what was 
wrong, while Francine stood at his other side.
      
      "There is not a single thing wrong!" he told 
them.  "You two little sweethearts are making me feel 
so good, I just couldn't hold it back any longer.  
Would you consider letting me get a hug?"  He got two!
      
      "Alright girls," he said, taking back control of 
the situation.  "It is time for the two of you to 
bathe now, and get ready for bed."
      
      "I'm sorry, Daddy," said Linda.  "I really don't 
want to not do what you say, but I'm not leaving you 
while you are crying.  May I wait a little while 
before I bathe?  Either that, or you come with us, and 
stay with us while we bathe."
      
      "I am just fine, darling," he reassured her.  
"You know I'm not supposed to see you naked, so go on 
now and bathe.  I'll be just fine!"
      
      "Okay, Daddy," she said, "but I'd really like you 
to stay with us while we bathe.  You are our Daddy 
now, and it doesn't matter if you see us.  We are not 
going to tell anybody, including the welfare lady, so 
come with us now...please?"
      
      Francine joined the argument with her own little, 
"Please Daddy!  Stay with us cause we always feel so 
good when you are there."  It took a little more 
pleading on the two girls' part to finally get him to 
agree.  Frankly, he didn't want them to be out of his 
sight either, for they made him feel good too.
      
      
Bath Time
      
      He started by sitting on the lowered toilet seat 
while the girls stripped, and climbed into the 
bathtub, choosing a bath over a shower.  Then it 
progressed to his helping by washing their backs, and 
soon he was bathing the younger girl.  Then the older 
insisted on it only being fair that she is bathed by 
him, and he ended up bathing her as well.
      
      When they emerged following the bath, he was the 
one that had to dry them off, head to toe.  Both of 
them then pulled on a clean pair of panties, and 
considered themselves done.  Becoming firm, he placed 
a smack on each backside, ordered them to get one of 
their new nightgowns.  It was the first time he had 
punished them, and they rushed to obey, and check back 
with him to find out if he was still mad at them.  He 
wasn't, and the girls felt that they could breath 
again.
      
      They were allowed to remain up for a little while 
longer, and spent the time playing again on the living 
room floor, while he enjoyed their having a good time 
with each other.  When he announced bed time, there 
were no arguments, and they even took up the things 
they had been playing with, carrying them back to 
their room.  Once again, they each received their ride 
into bed, and Daddy enjoyed the giggles his picking 
them up and swinging them about generated.  With their 
regular hug and kiss, he said good night, set the lock 
and left them for the night.
      
      Bruce remained up thinking about his two 
children, trying to anticipate other needs that he had 
not yet addressed, but came up with nothing he could 
think of.  Then again, there would be time enough over 
the weekend to consider other necessities, and he was 
tired, and so he retired for the night.
      
      
Morning Surprise
      
      Bruce responded to his internal clock at the 
usual five the next morning.  Even though he used an 
alarm clock, it was quite often turned off before it 
sounded, as his timing remained quite accurate.  There 
was no particular rush that he could think of to cause 
him to get up immediately, and so decided that another 
few minutes would not be a problem.  He never even 
bothered to open his eyes.
      
      Lying there, he was again thinking about other 
needs the girls would have, when he thought he heard 
the sound of one of the girls sighing in their sleep.  
That was not possible, for the sound would not travel 
from their room to his so easily, and so he put it 
down to his imagination.  When his bed moved, he was 
instantly awake, and upon sitting up, he found two 
girls laying in his bed, both of them clad only in 
their panties.  First he was curious, then he became 
angry, and then puzzled, but somehow he was enjoying 
their being so close.
      
      Slipping out of bed, he went into the bathroom 
for a shower, and put on the clothes he had carried 
with him.  Returning to his room, they were still on 
his bed, so he set down his pajamas, and headed down 
to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.  He was not 
trying to be noisy, nor quiet about his work, but the 
sounds must have been responsible for waking at least 
one of the girls.  Both of them came to the kitchen 
door, each wearing a nightgown.  He looked at them, 
and returned to the breakfast preparations.
      
      "Please give us a spanking, Daddy," requested 
Linda.  "We shouldn't have snuck into your bed last 
night, and we are sorry.  If you give us a spanking, 
then you won't have to stay mad at us."
      
      Turning to the girls, he said, "If you don't feel 
I am worth saying good morning to, then why am I 
bothering to prepare breakfast?"
      
      "Good Morning, Daddy!" came the chorused 
response.
      
      "Good Morning, Ladies," he replied.  "I hope you 
like bacon and eggs for that is one of my favourites."  
He was assured they did, and they bounded into the 
kitchen for breakfast.
      
      While they were eating, Miss Joyce arrived, and 
joined them at the table for another meal.  "You are 
forcing me to get up earlier than I am used to, Mr. 
Burns," she reported.  "I am supposed to get your 
breakfast ready, not you prepare mine."
      
      "That is of no consequence, Miss Joyce," he 
stated.  Turning to the girls, he said, "Would one of 
you please explain how I awoke to find two almost 
naked girls in my bed this morning?"
      
      "Francine had a bad dream, and woke up scared, 
and was calling for you, Daddy," said Linda.  "After 
you locked the door last night, we didn't think you 
would be coming in, and we were so hot that we took 
off our nightgowns.  When Francine had her dream, I 
brought her around to see you, but you were asleep, 
and she told me not to wake you.  If she could just 
sit there for a couple of minutes, she said she would 
be alright.  When we woke up, we were still on your 
bed."
      
      "Daddy, we know we were bad, and we are really 
sorry," she continued.  "Please spank us so you don't 
have to be mad at us or send us away."
      
      "Well, I am annoyed with you, but it is because 
you didn't wake me when Francine needed me," he told 
them.  He beckoned Francine to come over to him, and 
set her up on his lap.  "Tell me about your bad dream, 
darling," he instructed her.
      
      "I was dreaming about being with you, but you 
turned into somebody else, and you scared me.  When I 
woke up, I just needed to know we were still here with 
you, and I felt okay.  Any time I'm with you, I feel 
okay, Daddy, and I don't ever want to leave you!"
      
      "Okay, Francine, I want you to listen very 
carefully to me," he said in a stern voice.  "You are 
now my little girl, and I love you.  We are going to 
work together to make a nice home for all of us, and 
you are a part of that home, and this family.  I am 
not anybody that might have scared you in the past, 
and when you are here, even when you are not in the 
same place I am, you are safe and under my care.  No 
boys are going to come along and bother you, and I am 
not going to give you reason to be scared of me.  You 
are safe here with me!  Do you understand that?"
      
      "Of course I do, Daddy!" she declared.  "That's 
why I needed to see you, just to know we were still 
with you and safe.  Sleeping beside you was kind of 
neat though, even if it shouldn't have happened."
      
      "So you knew you were sleeping in my bed, before 
you fell asleep did you?" he asked.
      
      "I did, but Linda had fallen asleep while I was 
watching you breathe.  It didn't seem right to wake 
her again, so I just lay down beside you, and then I 
knew I was safe.  It felt so good to be there, Daddy!"
      
      "Now I am getting mad!" exclaimed Miss Joyce.  
"That silly lock business is a stupid thing, and it 
should not be put on at night.  If she wakes up from a 
bad dream, how are you going to be able to help her if 
you can't get into the room.  What if one of the girls 
took sick?  As far as I am concerned, that lock should 
never be there at all, and should not be put on at 
night again.  I'd go even further, and say that their 
door should be opened before you go to bed, so that 
you can hear them if they cry or call out."
      
      "That puts them at risk, Miss Joyce," he said.  
"The whole purpose of the lock is to keep them safe 
from me."
      
      "They could never be safer than when they are 
with you, half naked or fully naked for that matter.  
I understand the requirement, but you can't let that 
control your lives.  Accept them as your real children 
were accepted by you, and treat them the same way.  It 
does not matter if you see them naked, and you 
probably will.  Just be yourself, and care for them as 
your own, Mr. Burns.  They need to be close to you."
      
      "Alright, that's enough for the moment," said 
Bruce.  "I am going to think about all these things, 
but in the meanwhile, I want to see two nicely dressed 
little girls, ready to go out with their Daddy."  Both 
the girls squealed in delight, and were off to their 
room to get dressed.
      
      "What a wonderful man you are, Mr. Bruce Burns," 
said Miss Joyce.  "Am I expecting you home for lunch?"
      
      "No, I don't think so, Miss Joyce," he said.  
"I'm not sure where we are going, but I want to take 
the girls someplace to have them enjoy themselves.  
Any suggestions?"
      
      "Sure," she replied, "the beach."
      
      
The Beach
      
      When the girls rejoined them, they were sent back 
to get their bathing suits, and a towel each from the 
linen closet.  Bruce got his own bathing suit, 
accepted the extra towel that Linda had brought out 
for him, and they piled into the car for a swim at the 
beach.
      
      His wife had always been the organizer when he 
took his family to the beach while they were with him, 
and now he discovered that he had a problem.  They 
were at the beach and nobody had on their bathing 
suit.  It took a little thinking about how to overcome 
the problem without a return home, or alternatively to 
his store, which was closer.  He discovered it in the 
form of a small inside corner of a building next to 
the beach, and the use of a large towel.  While he 
held the towel in place, each of the girls took their 
turn, stripped and pulled on their new bathing suit.  
That left him, and he decided to change in his car 
while the girls waited nearby, but not too near the 
vehicle.  Then the race to the water was on.
      
      For well over an hour, they romped and played, 
swam and laughed with each other and basically having 
a very good time as they came to know each other even 
better.  Bruce had as much fun as the kids, as it had 
been a long time since he last enjoyed such an outing.  
When they finally came out of the water, Bruce 
realized another shortcoming.  None of them had any 
sun screen on for it was sitting wrapped in the 
towels, thanks to Miss Joyce.  Both the girls stood up 
for Daddy to put it on all their exposed parts, and 
they insisted on spreading it on him.
      
      Remaining on the towel away from the water, Bruce 
watch the girls build a sand castle nearby, happy for 
just being able to watch them having fun.  Finally 
they returned to the water for another much shorter 
swim, and then emerged once again to dry off in the 
sun.  There were a pair of groans when Dad announced 
that it was time to leave.  The drive was made more 
fun, however, when he put in a CD of Harry Belafonte, 
and they were able to sing along to 'Day O' and other 
songs they knew.  The stop to get some food and eat it 
almost became an interruption to the fun they were 
having.
      
      When they were back home, Miss Joyce was 
preparing their dinner, the girls were dispatched to 
take a shower, and put back on their clothes they had 
selected earlier.  As soon as the girls were finished, 
Bruce finally got to take his shower, and get dressed 
again.  With time remaining, they spent awhile in the 
back yard, Bruce sitting on the veranda while the 
girls played with their dolls in the shade of one of 
the trees.  They had brought him joy that he had 
missed for so many years.
      
      
Home Alone
      
      Miss Joyce left immediately after the dinner was 
finished, and the house was locked up for the night.  
Since they didn't need to shower again, the girls 
ended up sitting with him in the living room, still 
playing with their dolls, while he watched something 
on the television.
      
      Francine was the first to come up and sit beside 
him, and cuddled up against his chest.  Finally, Linda 
also arrived, and he remained there with one girl 
under each arm.  When he looked a few minutes later, 
both of them were sound asleep.
      
      Bruce got up carefully, and then picked up 
Francine.  Carrying her into their bedroom, he 
stripped off her clothes and pulled her nightgown on.  
After placing her carefully into her bed, he returned 
to the living room to take up Linda.  She was 
certainly heavier, but still seemed light as he 
carried her into the bedroom.  He stripped off her 
clothes, and then went for the nightgown, having to 
search a bit before he found the one she had been 
wearing.  Returning to the bed, he paused to look at 
her laying there in only her panties.  Her breasts 
were developing nicely, but were still very pointed in 
their shape.  Bruce allowed himself to look on her for 
a minute, enjoying the innocence of this developing 
girl.  It made him realize that he had not purchased 
any braziers for her, even if they were only the 
training kind.  That would have to be dealt with 
shortly for they were large enough now to require 
something, and get her used to wearing a bra.
      
      When he bent down to put her nightgown on, Linda 
resisted, waking from her sleep because of his 
efforts.  "Please no, Daddy!" she said.  "It's so hot, 
and I really don't want to wear it."  He yielded to 
her request and set it aside.
      
      "Do you think I am pretty, Daddy?" she asked, 
still sounding groggy.
      
      "Very pretty darling," he replied.  "You are 
growing up just fine!"
      
      "But one of these is different from the other," 
she said as she put her hands under her breasts.
      
      "And so it is with every woman in the world, 
darling," he assured her.
      
      Following a few moments pause, Linda asked, 
"Would you stay with me, and hold me while I go to 
sleep, please Daddy?  It would feel so wonderful to 
have you here with me."
      
      "Turn over on your belly, and I will help you go 
to sleep, darling," he told her.  She did as 
requested.  Placing his hands on her bare back, he 
began to gently rub her, sometimes allowing his hands 
to run down her arms.  She moaned a little at first, 
but that soon stopped, to be replaced by a steady 
rhythm of her breathing.  Bruce, however, was enjoying 
the feel of her skin under his hands, and continued 
even after she appeared to be asleep.  He allowed 
himself to look down on the little pair of panties 
covering her bum, and delighted in the smooth 
roundness of the cheeks beneath the fabric.  Knowing 
it was wrong, he slipped his hands down over her 
buttocks, and felt the little ass.  Then he returned 
to rubbing her back.
      
      He continued the gentle touch of her back for 
quite awhile, and allowed himself to run down over her 
butt a couple of more times, and then even further 
down over her slender thighs.  The entire scene was 
very sensual, and he was blatantly enjoying it, until 
he finally slipped his hands under the panties, and 
rubbed her little bum.  She was motionless in her 
sleep, and he took even further advantage of her, 
pulling her panties down to her thighs, and looked at 
her little bare ass.  It was very sweet, and sexy, and 
he could not resist giving it the same kind or rubbing 
he had done to her back.  Then he pulled her panties 
back up, and got up, ready to leave the room.
      
      "Please stay, Daddy," called Linda.  "That was 
feeling so nice, and I don't want it to stop."
      
      "Have you been awake the whole time?" he asked.
      
      "Yes, Daddy.  It was feeling too nice to go to 
sleep, especially when you were rubbing my bum."
      
      "That is something I should not even see, and 
certainly should not touch, Linda," he said.  "It was 
very wrong of me to be doing that."
      
      "I know, Daddy, but I don't care.  Francine is 
asleep, and it felt so nice.  I will never tell 
anybody else but I want you to do it some more, 
please," she begged.  Sitting back down on the side of 
her bed, he placed his hands on her back once again.  
Linda was the one to reach down and push her panties 
down out of the way, allowing him to look at her bum, 
and waiting for his touch.  When he finally allowed 
his hands to slide down her back, and over her butt, 
she made a little moaning sound.
      
      "I told you before, Daddy, that I'd do anything 
for you.  I really meant that, because I would do 
anything for you, and I'd let you do anything to me 
that you wanted.  I love you, so much that it hurts 
every time I am away from you."
      
      "If I keep this up, I might loose you after all," 
he told her.
      
      "No you won't Daddy," she said as she turned over 
on her back.  "You can touch me everywhere, and you 
and I would be the only ones that ever knew.  Please, 
Daddy, make me feel good all over."
      
      Bruce glanced over at Francine, to see her curled 
up, and apparently sound asleep.  Linda noticed his 
glance, got up and removed her panties completely, and 
then beckoned him to follow.  With considerable 
growing concern, he did, all the way to his room.
      
      "Now we are alone, even if she does wake up.  She 
would call me if she did wake up, so now it is safe to 
touch me, everywhere.  Please, Daddy, I want to be 
your little girl more than anything."
      
      "This is so wrong, Linda," he told her.  "You are 
so sweet, but it is just too wrong to allow it."
      
      Linda reached out and put her arms around his 
neck, and then placed a kiss on his lips.  "I don't 
care how wrong it is, Daddy," she declared.  "I am 
your little girl for you to enjoy.  I want you to 
touch me everywhere, and make me yours.  You and I 
would be the only ones that ever knew."
      
      Her standing so close to him caused him to put 
his hands on her back again, and he began rubbing her 
as he had done earlier.  Again, he let his hands 
travel down over her butt, and kneaded the two cheeks 
while he looked at her naked crotch.  She was so 
sweet, and touching her felt better than he could have 
imagined.
      
      Suddenly the decision was made, and he picked her 
up in his arms and set her down on his bed.  With her 
lying on her back, he began running his hands over her 
front, and onto her breasts.  She arched her back up 
when he first made contact with them, trying to get 
them closer into his hands.  When he leaned forward 
and kissed the nipple of the first breast, she grabbed 
his head to hold it against her breast, and curled up 
on his bed, for she was in the middle of a sexual 
climax.
      
      "Oh, Daddy!  That feels so good and makes me feel 
warm all over.  I don't understand how anything so 
nice could be a bad thing to feel."  She was now 
laying spread eagle on the bed, her arms and legs 
spread apart to expose her entire front.  When he 
reached out and gently ran his fingers over the lips 
of her vulva, she bent her knees, and spread her legs 
even more to allow his touch.  As his fingers found 
her clitoris, she moaned with the sensation it sent 
throughout her small body, her eyes clamped closed and 
her face turned to one side.  Moving the tip of one 
finger down, he began rubbing the edges of the opening 
just below her clitoris causing her to moan out even 
more.  As the tip of his finger entered the wet 
opening, she pushed her little butt up off the bed in 
an effort to feel more of his touch.  "Play with it 
Daddy!" she exclaimed as he continued to do just that.  
"It makes me feel so good.  Oh, Daddy, yes!  Yes!"  
Once again she climaxed, twisting her body as she felt 
the sensations throughout her.
      
      Buce leaned forward and placed his lips on the 
lips of her vulva, right at her clitoris.  As he 
kissed her, she pressed against him as hard as she 
could, moaning all the while.  When he opened his 
mouth, it covered her entire vulva, and allowed him to 
run his tongue from the top of her slot, all the way 
to the bottom, and the insertion of the tip inside her 
very wet opening to her vagina.
      
      Any resistance he had built into him was gone 
with the taste of her vaginal juices, and before he 
realized it, he was over her, and beginning to 
penetrate her willing opening.  When he did push in 
past her hymen, and removed her virginity, he did have 
enough to wait until she had recovered before he began 
to pump in and out of her little hole, but did claim 
her completely.  Chances were pretty good she would be 
sleeping in his bed regularly, and when she was a 
little older, he would have two young girls to fuck 
regularly, for the sensation of this one was far 
beyond his expectations, and one time would not be 
enough.
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