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 <H1 ALIGN=CENTER>Serendipity</H1>

   <H2 ALIGN=CENTER><i>or; How a GOOD THING Can Just Fall In Front of
You</i></H2>

   <H3 ALIGN=CENTER>Copyright 2010-2015 The Scribbler</H3>

   Word Count = 4333

   <em>Chapter the fifth</em>

   Ah, Chicago style pizza.  I order it from a pizza shop in Chicago, where
they par-bake it, freeze it, then package it in dry ice, and ship it Fed-Ex
over-nite.  It keeps in my freezer up to six months.  I order six at a
time, but I always eat more than one a month, so, I order at least three
times a year.

   This evening, I'm baking a twelve inch sausage and mushroom.  In a way,
I hope my slaves don't like it.  More for me!

   Have you ever had a good, Chicago Style pizza?  I mean the kind that
make New Yorkers cringe and use cuss words?

   I'll give you a hint, here.  The cheese goes on the bottom!

   If you haven't, you're missing one of the great culinary treats of the
world.

   I opened the package, and put the pizza onto the center rack in the
oven, under the pizza stones.  Then I closed the oven door and set a timer
for thirty minutes.  I got out a bottle of Chianti, and pulled the cork so
it could breath.

   Yeah, I was going to give my slaves some wine.  So?  My business, not
yours.

   Speaking of my slaves, I wondered what they were up to...

   I grabbed myself a Pepsi from the fridge, popped it open, then headed
out onto the patio, to find them.  Looking around, I saw that Latisha, and
Tyrell both, were sitting on the edge of the pool,shoulders together, with
their feet in the water, talking earnestly to each other.  Their naked
backs were glowing with a dark sheen in the sunlight.

   I just stood there, enjoying the view, leaning against the door frame,
and sipping my soda.

   I didn't know what they were discussing, but it was probably how they
fell from shit to roses, but, being new to them, they were most likely
trying to reassure each other.  The unknown is always a bit scary, after
all.  Hell, I was more than a bit nervous about the situation we have found
ourselves in, too.

   Not so nervous that I wasn't enjoying looking at my two nude slaves,
mind you.  After all, they were both good looking kids.  I was going to be
enjoying having them for a long, long time, Bob willing.

   Latisha had straightened her hair, sometime in the recent past, but she
must have washed it during her bath, earlier, because now, it looked softer
and there were tight rippling waves in it.  Her hair wasn't black, but that
red side of dark brunette, that can look either great, or like hell. 
Latisha's hair did not look like hell.

   Tyrell's hair was one shade darker, but he'd let it go without grooming
for so long that it definitely looked like hell.  Well, tomorrow, first
thing, he'll be getting a hair cut.

   He had that perfect ass that only black boys can have, You know the
type. Like the old Lucky Strike cigarette commercials...  "So round, so
firm, so fully packed..." I smiled, knowing that sooner, or later, I was
going to fully pack that ass.

   Turning my eyes back to Latisha, I mused about how she was going to
react when I told her to have sex with her brother.  Would she fight it? 
Would she accept it, because I told her to?  Or would she enjoy it? 
Differences were crucial, because, depending on which way she went, the
others could be used as punishments.  Or rewards...

   I admired Latisha's shapely body, from her nicely level shoulders,
tapering down to a trim waist, then flaring out to an ass just as nice as
her brother's, but with just enough wider hips to be womanly.  I knew I was
going to enjoy fully packing her ass, too.  and their other orifices...

   Yes, I was going to have a LOT of fun with these two, for just as long
as they would stay with me.  Yea, I said, "stay with me." There was no way
I could keep them against their will.  I wasn't one of those pimps, or drug
dealers, looking at them as away to make money.  I had no need to do that
kind of thing for money.  I had more money coming in, every month than I
could spend, as it is, and there are still plenty of bargains available in
commercial real estate.

   No, I wasn't going to get them hooked on drugs.  I detest drugs, even
though a vast majority of the prostitutes I'd had, were hooked.  I know,
hypocritical, of me, but, there it is.  I wasn't responsible for those
women, or their lives, like I now was for these two.  For the most part,
those hookers had chosen their own paths.  The fact that I had fun putting
some stripes on their bodies, was, just a small stumble on their part. 
Hel, more than a few of them had offered to do repeat business with me.

   These two, though, as Democrats are wont to say, are different.  I don't
know or care, how others view the responsibilities of owning slaves.  In
this situation, MY views were all that mattered.

   And my views towards my responsibilities, were probably very like those
that adoptive parents were likely to have.  Well, except for the sex and
punishment parts, anyway.

   The only question is, will they be worth the effort, in the long run?

   Smiling to myself, I thought, I'll MAKE them worth the effort!

   Still smiling to myself, I moved out of the doorway, closing the door,
to keep in the conditioned air, And sat down at the patio table, under a
twelve foot market umbrella.  The sun was still beating down, and I enjoyed
the shade.

   I knew the two of them had heard me moving to the table, so I wasn't
surprised when Latisha pulled her feet from the water, and stood up to
approach me.

   "Master?  may I ask a question?" she asked.

   "Yes, you may," I replied, wondering at her obsequious tone.

   "Master, why did you spank Tyrell, for forgetting a task, but not me,
for the same thing?"

   I smiled, straight into her eyes, and while reaching for her hand, I
said, "You forgot a word in your question."

   I grasped her hand, then, and started drawing her towards me, to pull
her down over my lap.  Not quite laughing at her expression, I told her,
"Yet.  You forgot the word, 'yet'."

   As she draped herself across my lap, I rested my other hand on her pert
ass, rubbing it, and generally feeling the firmness of the underlying
muscles, and the smooth softness of her skin.  The skin that was about to
be reddened by my hand.

   "One thing I promise you both," I said, "I will not spare a spanking,
when you've earned one.  In fact, I will probably spank the two of you, any
way, just because I like to, but when it comes to punishments, I will try
to be consistent.

   I proceeded to lay five swats on each cheek of her ass, bringing them to
a very nice dusky red blush, using the same force I had used on Tyrell.

   Yeah, at the first stroke, Latisha flinched, and let a small "Yip!"
escape her mouth.  The remainder, she accepted without a sound.

   But, Latisha also stiffened, then shook a bit, on the last few strokes,
and after the ten, I gently caressed her now dark red ass, and sipped my
fingers between her legs to find her pussy soaking wet.  She, like her
brother before her, had enjoyed an orgasm, from only the spanking, and no
other stimulation.  Latisha, did have a discharge, where her brother had
not, but I was okay with that.

   Risking not being consistent, I held Latisha on my lap, and caressed her
legs, ass and back for a few moments, for my own enjoyment.  Glancing over
at Tyrell, I saw on his face a mixture of smirk, for his sister's spanking,
and jealousy for the caresses she was receiving.

   With a final light swat on Latisha's ass, I said, "Up, girl, and go see
how much time is left on the oven timer."

   Latisha hopped to her feet, managing somehow, to rub both her nipples
across my lips, then trotted back into the house.

   "Don't worry, Tyrell," I said, while watching Latisha's beautiful ass
out of sight.  "You'll get your spankings and caresses, too."

   "Yeah, but her butt looks so much nicer than mine..." he sighed.

   I got up, and walked to the side of the pool, then dropped down to sit
next to Tyrell.  After a moment, I asked, "Tyrell, what do you really
want?"

   He might have only been nine, but he knew what I was asking.

   He started tearing up, and said, "I just want a family.  Ever since my
daddy died, Latisha has done the best she can, but there's never enough to
eat, and it got cold at night, and, and, I'd hear her crying at night, when
she thought I was asleep.  I want someone to take care of us, so she don't
have to."

   He was all the way sobbing, now, and I heard Latisha stop behind me, as
I hugged the boy to my chest.

   "Hush, now, Tyrell.  It might be a weird one," I said, "and one you
can't talk about, much, but you got a family, now.  Because I have you."

   "The one thing I'll never do, is keep food from you, Tyrell," I
continued.  "I will spank you, whip you, cuss you, and call you names.  But
I'll never make you go to bed hungry."

   Speaking of food...

   "Latisha, how much time?"

   "It was ten minutes, Master," she replied.

   I stood up.  lifting Tyrell with me, cupping one hand under his butt,
while he wrapped his arms around my neck, and his legs around my waist. 
"Then let's go in.  Latisha, grab my pop, please."

   "Yes, Master," she said, as she trotted over to the table.

   Latisha got to the door before I did, and opened it for me, and stood
aside.  Then she followed us into the house, shutting the door behind her.

   I set Tyrell down in a chair at the table, then grabbed the pizza peel,
opened the oven door, slid the peel under the pizza, and moved it on top
the pizza stones, to crisp the crust.

   While I had been doing that, Tyrell's sniffling had come to a halt. 
When I looked around at him, he was staring at the oven in wonder.

   I smiled.

   Life can not be too terrible if there is pizza.

   "About five more minutes, to crisp the crust," I smiled, "Then another
fifteen to cool enough to cut."

   We talked about little things whiling away the time, until, finally, I
pulled my pizza knife out of its slot.  Three quick rocking strokes later,
the pizza was ready to be served.  I set it on the table, then poured about
half an inch of wine into three glasses, and handed one to each of my
slaves.

   "Ever had wine, before?" I asked.

   "Tyrell spoke first, "No suh, never."

   Latisha just shook her head, but in denial, or wonder, I wasn't able to
tell.

   "The main reason for the wine is so I can toast our new beginning."

   Latisha took the lead this time.  "Master, we don't know how," she said,
biting at her lip, again.  Such an endearing trait.

   I spent a few moments explaining the etiquette of toasts, Then held my
glass out and waited for them to follow suit.

   "To a new and wondrous life for each of us!" I said.

   They responded with a "Hear, hear," from Tyrell, and a "Cheers!" from
Latisha.

   I poured each of our glasses full, then reached myself a piece of pizza.
"Grab, or you won't get any," I said, waggling my eyebrows.

   Tyrell's hand shot out, while Latisha showed a bit more restraint.  I
watched both their faces, as they took their first bites.  Tyrell looked
like he had just discovered food.  In a way, I guess that could be true,
never having the manna from Heaven that is Louie's Pizza.

   Just don't EVER let him hear you call him "Louie."

   Shifting my glance just as Latisha's first bite entered her mouth, I
watched what just may have been a food induced orgasm.

   She moaned, while still chewing.

   Tyrell never made a sound, but he was grabbing his second piece, before
I had eaten half my first.  "Tyrell," I said, "there are only two pieces
each.  You need to slow down.  Have some wine."

   Tyrell dutifully set his slice down on the paper plate, and, remembering
what I had said about drinking wine, took just a sip, glancing at me for
approval.  At my nod, he took another sip of wine, then grabbed his pizza
again, but took a much smaller bite.

   Latisha, meanwhile was taking very tiny bites, and chewing each for a
long time, and taking a small sip of wine after each bite.  The look of
pure bliss on her face really was something to see.

   I think, at that moment, all of us were happy.  I know I was...

   After we finished eating, I told Latisha to wash up the pizza knife, and
peel, then dry them both and coat them with olive oil spray, from a cabinet
that I showed her.

   I told her that Tyrell and I would be in his room, and to come up
stairs, when she'd finished.

   Tyrell followed me as I made my way up the stairs, and into his room.

   I started unpacking and setting up his computer, and Tyrell could only
stare.

   "This really fo' me," he asked.

   "Yep," I said, "But you have to understand, I can see everything you do
on it.  Everything goes through my computer, and gets logged."

   "That's okay, Suh," He replied.  "I never used one befo' and I don't
know what to do with it."

   With a sigh, I said, "Well, Tyrell, among other things, you are going to
be doing your homework on it.  You'll most likely listen to music on it,
and you'll use it to surf the interwebs,"

   Latisha had stopped in the doorway while I was talking with Tyrell, and
I looked over at her.  "You said you used the computers at the library?"

   "Yes, Master," she responded.

   "Okay, so what did you do with them?" I asked.

   "Master, I used them to look things up for my history, I typed out and
printed things for English, and I," She blushed, darkly, "...I read a lot
of sex stories."

   "So if your brother has a question about using his computer, he can ask
you." I wasn't asking a question, here.  I was stating a rule, and they
both understood that, and nodded affirmatives.

   I finished making all the connections, then pushed the power button. 
"I," I explained, "am of the school of thought that a computer should never
be turned off.  So you won't have to go through the whole routine, every
time you want to use it.

   The log-in screen came up, and it said, "User1" I clicked the "Another
User" button then logged in as Administrator, using the password that Dave
had given me, then, after the machine was all the way up and running, I
created a new account for Tyrell.

   I had him tell me what his password was going to be, and entered it,
then clicked the "switch user" button.

   In the 'Another User" field, I typed Tyrell's name, then sat back, and
pulled the boy up on my lap.  After settling my dick into the crack of his
ass, I said, "Okay, type your password, there," and pointed to the field.

   He typed in his password, then watched in amazement as the powerful PC
came to life.  I grabbed the mouse, and with a few clicks, I had the
wireless card connected to the router.  Then I turned the mouse back over
to him, and said, "Click on the fox," while pointing to the icon.

   Fire Fox opened to a Google search page, and I said, "Click up there,
where the words are in that box."

   He did, and the address bar turned blue.

   "Now, type 'www dot answers dot com."

   He did this, with his tongue sticking out, using one finger on each
hand. When he'd finished typing, I said, "Now hit the enter key."

   He did that, "Now, click on the 'EDIT' label, now Preferences, see where
it says 'Use Current Page'?" At his nod, "I said click on that."

   "They are a lot better than Google." I said.

   I patted Tyrell on his back, and said, "Have fun!"

   Yeah, I was tossing him in to sink or swim...  But I had a bet with
myself on how long it would take him to get to a p0rn site...

   Taking Latisha by the hand, I pulled her with me to her room, and set
her PC up, just as I had Tyrell's.

   I'll let you choose your own home page," I told Latisha.  "But I am
curious what page you'd choose..."

   Without a single glance at me, she went to everyone's favorite story
site, and logged in, telling Firefox to remember her password.  Then
Latisha repeated Tyrell's actions in setting her home page.

   I showed her how to access the file server, and how to save files there.
I cautioned her not to print very many documents, because I didn't like to
buy ink and paper, and the printer was in my office.

   I also told her my hushmail e-mail address, so she could e-mail me if
she needed to.  I suggested she set up an account there, too.  I explained
that all the mail she sent from there was encrypted, and that no one could
read it except her, and the person she sent it to.  I didn't mention that
I'd be able to read them from the servers cache.  That wasn't any of her
business.

   After caressing her breast, for a moment, I walked back to Tyrell's
room.

   Of course he was looking at porn.  So?  I won my internal bet.

   He tried to shut it off, when he noticed me, but he clicked the
'Maximize' button, not the ' close window.'

   I said, "I can show you better sites, if you like.  But we need to get a
pop-up blocker running, first."

   Tyrell wouldn't meet my eyes, and I didn't worry about it.  He was going
to look at porn, more than anything else he did with the PC, but I'd known
that going in.  It's a guy thing.

   I use my computer for my work about eight hours a week.  The rest of my
on-line time?  Duh!

   Moving over to his chair, I picked Tyrell up again, then sat and settled
his ass on my lap, with my dick nestled into his ass crack again.

   Then I took control of the mouse, and went to Firefox's add-on pages and
downloaded a pop-up blocker, an anti-script add-on, and an ad blocker. 
That was usually enough, thanks to the Penguin.  The firewall part of the
server would short-stop any hack attempts that got past the router.  And
there are very few viruses written for Linux.

   I re-started the browser, then started showing Tyrell some of my
favorite sites.  I showed him how to use the bookmarks, and he caught on
very quickly, bookmarking most of the sites I showed him.

   After a while, I said, "It's getting a bit late, and you need to take a
bath."

   A bath?  I just had a bath last week!" He responded.

   I couldn't help it.  I smirked.  "Here, you're going to bathe or at
least shower, every single day.  I won't stick my dick into a dirty black
boy!

   "Oh," I continued without pause, "and tomorrow, we're going to get your
hair cut."

   That statement, while I expected to draw at least a measure of
churlishness, brought only a happy smile.

   "Good!" Tyrell exclaimed.  "You have no idea what a pain in the ass my
hair is."

   I managed to hide my surprise.

   I slapped his thigh, hard enough to sting a bit, and said, "Well, get
your little ass up, and go take a bath.  Use soap, and shampoo.  Get
clean."

   "Yes, Master," he said, hopping off my lap, and starting for the
bathroom he shared with his sister.

   "Tyrell," I said.

   When he stopped and turned to face me, I continued, "That's the second
time you've called me 'Master.' Just what do you mean by that word?"

   Tyrell got down on his kneed, and made obeisance.  When he raised his
head, he said, "Master, I call you my Master because you are.  You own me,
now, and forever.  Anything you tell me to do, and I will.  If I don't do
it right, you shall punish me, so that I'll learn to do it right.

   "I can take care of the yard work, and I will learn to take care of the
pool.  I can do just about anything, if you'll only teach me.

   "And if you want, I can suck your dick, or you can fuck my ass, but that
scares me, because I never done that before."

   Smiling slightly, at his discourse, I noticed something in the last
sentence of his, and I jumped on it.  "You have sucked dicks before, then?"
I asked.

   Not looking away from me, he said, "Yes, Master.  Just after my Dad
died, some of the older boys cornered me, and made me suck them off.  I
didn't like it, cause they were rough, but it didn't hurt, or nothing. 
I've also sucked off a couple of men, and one of them gave me ten bucks,
afterwards.  The other one said he would, but then took off without paying
me.

   "I might not be all that good, but I can learn, Master."

   "I see," I replied.  "Maybe I should have a contest between you and your
sister, to see who gives better head."

   I was being facetious, but seeing his eyes light up, and his grin, I
decided that it would be fun.

   "You look like you like that idea," I commented.

   "Yes, Master," he replied.  "I think it's a great idea, even though I'll
probably loose, this time."

   "Well, then, after you bathe," I responded, "go get the bag off the seat
of the truck.  There's a box of rubbers in it.  Then find me, and your
sister.  Now, git."

   Tyrell nodded and scampered off to the bathroom.

   I chuckled, and went back to Latisha's room, where I found her reading a
story on line.

   "Whatcha reading, Girl?" I asked.

   "Oh!" Latisha exclaimed.  "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't hear you come
in." She got out of her chair, and sank to her knees, then kowtowed.

   "If it pleases Master, I was reading a story about Kobekistani slaves,"
she said.

   "Up!" I said.  "One of Charm Bright's stories, then.  I like his
writing, myself.

   I sat down in Latisha's chair, as she arose to her feet, then pulled her
down so she was sitting in my lap.  Latisha spread her legs so they were
outside of mine, fully opening herself for my pleasure.  Then she leaned
back against my chest.

   "Yes, Master," She said.  "Sometimes I think I'd like to be a harem
slave, but then I think that I would want to be used more than once or
twice a year."

   I started fondling one of her tits, while reading over Latisha's
shoulder.  I'd read all the stories in the series when they first showed up
at the on line story site.  There were a lot of things I liked about them,
but there were also things I disagreed with, too.

   "Go ahead and read," I said, and she grabbed the mouse.

   Curious as to what else she'd been browsing, I asked,"Just this story?"
Currently there was one of the whipping scenes in view.

   "No, Master," Latisha replied.  "First, I looked up how best to get rid
of my pubic hair.  Brazilian Hot Waxing seems to be the best way to go."

   "Hm," I mumbled.  Who did I know that did that sort of thing?  I knew I
wanted to watch!

   "I'll have to look into where to do that," I said.

   "Master, I can find a place and get an appointment," She offered.

   "It will have to be a place where they won't have a problem with me
watching," I riposted.  "That probably leaves out most of the places
around."

   I couldn't see the look on her face, but she seemed excited.  I was also
starting to smell her wonderful scent.

   "I'll try, Master."

   I let Latisha off the hook, by saying, "I'll check with a few of my
friends for a place too."

   I continued to fondle her, while she read her story, until Tyrell
knocked on the door frame, and held up the bag, when he saw he had my
attention.

   His hair had obviously been washed, because, now it was slicked back,
and still wet.  The boy sure did look better with his hair like that versus
the ratty afro of this afternoon.

   With a smile, I said, "Ah, just in time for the blow job contest!"

   "Contest, Master?" Latisha asked.

   "Yes, I replied.  Between you and your brother.  I will be the Judge.

   I saw the look of trepidation, as she glanced at her brother, and I
said, "I do believe Tyrell likes the idea.  at least he seemed excited by
the idea when I suggested it..."

   "Yeah, Sis," Tyrell said, "I bet I sucked more dick than you, already!"

   That statement seemed to stun Latisha a bit, but she rallied back with
"You mighta sucked more, but I bet I suck better!"
   You just have to love sibling rivalry...