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Archive Name: mykids08.txt ((Mmf, ped, inc, bi, oral,
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Authors name: Master Chris (address withheld)
Story title : MY KIDS
Part 8 of 13

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The Departure

With my own kids there was no problem, the problems 
would arise with respect to the 'adoptees', Linda, 
Lori, Jenny and Juanita.

Jenny's home life was such that her disappearance 
would probably cause little concern for quite a 
while, perhaps never. She wanted desperately to go, 
and I wanted her to come with us, so we decided 
that Jenny would become one of us, an unadopted 
daughter, a new sister.

Juanita presented the same problem in a different 
way. She wouldn't be missed much either, but her 
going with us would cause a vendetta of sorts. In 
fact, it was the reason I decided we had to leave. 
We spent a great deal of time going over Juanita's 
family, extended family, to find out what they were 
likely to do. She convinced me that her father's 
vendetta would be more for the beating I had given 
him than for her running away and he might stop at 
the attempt at revenge, successful or not. Besides, 
she said, he didn't have the resources to follow us 
out of state. I gave Juanita a big hug and said, 
"Bienvenidas a la familia, querida mia, mi hija del 
amor."

The problem of Linda and Lori was relatively easily 
solved. They lived in a foster home and were 
scheduled to appear in court in a week. They 
couldn't tell me too much, but it appeared that 
they were being sent to an adoption agency. I 
called an acquaintance who, for the right price, is 
always able to obtain whatever legal documents are 
needed to accomplish whatever one needs. For ten 
thousand dollars he would deliver all the documents 
needed to file legal adoption papers for both 
girls. Not merely papers to start the process, but 
papers to show that the process had been completed. 
He had a contact in the system who would see to it 
that the forms showed up in the proper files and 
computers. It would take two days to make up the 
forms. I gave him the go-ahead and was told that 
the papers would be delivered Monday morning. He 
would meet me a block from the court building after 
picking up the money from the bank.

The matter was settled. The four girls would become 
part of our family, part of our cast. With that we 
made something to eat and, all of us rather tired, 
took turns bathing (some of us together) and went 
to bed.

I slept little. First Jenny came in and hugged me 
for half an hour, curling her naked little body 
against mine and telling me how much she loved me 
and her new brother and sisters and how glad she 
was that we were going away. I just let her lie 
there, cuddling, rubbing my chest and kissing it, 
my hand caressing her firm, pliable, buttocks.

After she fell asleep I carried her into Steffi's 
room and laid her down next to her new sister. When 
I got back to my room Juanita was there lying on 
top of the covers. It was too dark to see detail, 
but I could see that she was naked. As I approached 
the bed she extended her arm toward me and took my 
hand in hers. "Do with me what you like, master," 
she whispered, "I am your slave now and will give 
you any pleasure you want."

"Querida mia," I told her, "su no es mi esclava, su 
es mi hijastra, my stepdaughter and an equal member 
of nuestra familia."

She snickered at my mispronounced Spanish, but she 
got the point.

"I will be a good hijastra," she whispered, "I will 
work hard, I will please you always, but what do 
you want me to do right now?"

"I want to go to sleep," I whispered back and 
kissed her cheek.

She threw her arms around my neck and, pulling me 
down to her, hugged her warm body against my own 
and pressed her face into my neck. I felt the 
wetness of her tears running onto my neck and chest 
as she whimpered softly and quietly murmured, 
"Gracias! Te amo," over and over. I lowered her 
onto the bed, pulled the blanket over her and 
crawled under it. She continued to hug me as I 
caressed her face and hair. When Linda and Lori 
peeked into the room Nita and I started to laugh.

"Can we sleep with you tonight?" Linda asked me.

"Why not, everybody else is."

They ran to opposite sides of the bed and climbed 
in, unsurprised by the presence of Juanita. We all 
snuggled together the rest of the night. What a 
lucky guy I am, surrounded by beautiful, young 
girls. Not only my own lovely daughters, but kids 
who three months ago were total strangers are now 
family. I hugged the three girls tightly, closed my 
eyes and finally fell asleep. It was four in the 
morning.

Sunday came and dragged slowly by although we were 
somewhat busy packing. I rented a motor home into 
which we packed all the clothes we were going to 
take, all the equipment needed for our video 
business, and there was still room for all of us 
and some food and toys and whatnot. When the thing 
was fully loaded I filled the tanks, parked it in 
the driveway and prepared to spend another nervous 
night awaiting Monday morning.

Dinner was tense that night, everybody was a little 
on edge. Silence prevailed throughout the meal 
except for a couple of squabbles between Sadie and 
the twins over who was the messiest eater. It blew 
over quickly and we finished in silence. After 
dinner I filled everybody in on the plans for the 
next day. We went to bed early and most of us 
probably spent a night of rather fitful sleep.

Monday morning finally came and I told Steven and 
Susie to have the kids ready when I got back. I 
took a cab to the bank and got a very quizzical 
look from the teller who had to get the manager's 
approval to give me ninety-nine one hundred dollar 
bills. I smiled and nodded to him as I left, an 
envelope full of cash in my coat pocket, and walked 
the last two blocks to the courthouse. His car was 
parked on the street a block from the courthouse. I 
walked to the passenger door, leaned down and 
knocked. The driver, recognizing me, opened the 
door and I got in.

"Got the money?" He wasted no time, I liked that. I 
pulled out the envelope and handed it to him. He 
carefully counted them, peering closely at each 
bill. Finally, he looked at me and grinned. "Must 
be a great kid to be worth all this?"

"None of your business," I figured the needling was 
part of the price.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "I kinda like those little 
senoritas myself."

"What are you talking about?" I asked stupidly. Did 
he know about Juanita?

He didn't answer, but handed me a large manila 
envelope saying that all the necessary papers were 
in there. I wanted to find out what else he knew. I 
grabbed his wrist, turning it backwards and upwards 
and grabbed his throat with the other hand. "What 
are you talking about, asshole? Tell me or I'll 
snap your fucking Adam's apple in two."

"Alright, alright," he gasped, "leggo, its no big 
deal."

I released his throat, but kept his arm twisted 
behind him.

"A Mexican friend of mine told me that some guys 
are looking for a Gringo who looks a lot like you. 
Seems he beat the shit out of one of their 
compadres and absconded with his little girl. These 
papers wouldn't be for her, would they?"

"No, they wouldn't. Where are these guys now?"

"Right there." He indicated with his head a car 
parked halfway down the block on the other side. A 
man was standing by the passenger door looking our 
way. I couldn't make out anyone else, but there 
appeared to be three more in the car.

"What's supposed to happen?" I asked, suddenly 
worried that I might not get the papers filed in 
time.

"When you leave I turn my lights on three times. 
Three of them will follow you inside, the other one 
will wait in the car with the motor running." He 
looked me in the eye, "If you let go of my arm I'll 
tell you how to get out of this."

"I could kill you," I snarled, "that way your 
lights don't come on."

"And they'll kill you before you get fifty feet. 
Look, I don't much like these assholes anyway. Ten 
in the morning and they're already drunk, or high." 
He took a breath. "Look, there's an alley just 
around the corner. It leads to the back door of the 
courthouse. If we drive off together they'll have 
to follow and they'll have to turn around before 
they can get behind us. I'll turn the corner, drop 
you off at the alley and drive on up the street, 
keeping far enough ahead of them so they can't see 
you're not in the car." He stopped, looked at the 
car up the street, then back at me, "whaddaya say? 
It's your best chance."

I let go of his arm and considered the 
possibilities. What chance did I have? Three of 
them were going to jump me and haul me into their 
car and take me God knows where and do...well, I 
didn't want to think about that.

"Let's go," I finally said.

He started the engine and gunned the car forward. 
We passed the surprised Mexicans and skidded around 
the corner, heading for the alley. As we turned the 
corner I glanced back to see that they had just 
gotten the car moving and were held up by traffic 
trying to get turned around. He stopped the car at 
the alley and I jumped out.

"Good luck," he shouted and sped off not hearing my 
"Thanks."

I ducked into a doorway and waited. The pursuing 
car sped past the alley a few moments later and I 
ran to the back door of the court building and went 
inside.

The county adoptions division was on the fourth 
floor. I ran up the stairs, avoiding the crowded 
elevators. I opened the door to Room 414, County 
Department of Adoptions and walked in. The contact 
was the only person in the office. I handed her the 
envelope, she checked the forms for completeness, 
signatures and smiled at me. She took the lot and 
left me standing at the counter without a word. I 
guess that was it. Not much guidance, but I 
breathed a sigh of relief anyway. Linda and Lori 
were home free.

I left the building, watching carefully for any 
sign of the 'enemy', and took a cab home. The motor 
home was parked in the driveway, no unusual signs 
to be seen anywhere. I paid the cab and went into 
the house. The kids were all ready to go, dressed, 
fed, bathed, whatever needed to be done had been 
done. We bid goodbye to the house, piled into the 
motor home and pulled out of the driveway.

As we drove down our street for the last time, 
Susie, who was sitting in the front passenger seat 
next to me, turned and looked back at the house 
where she and her siblings had been raised. She 
turned to me and, with a tear running down her 
cheek, said, "Daddy, I'll miss never seeing mom 
again."

She was right. Paula was buried in a cemetery a 
couple of miles from the house and Susie had been 
going there at least twice a week.

"We all will, honey." I wanted to get the hell out 
of this town before the Mexicans caught up with us, 
surely they were still looking, but I had to let 
the kid have one last talk with her dead mother. I 
turned right at the corner and headed toward the 
cemetery. When we pulled up to the gate I scanned 
the parking lot and the surrounding area. There 
were two cars in the lot and a burial was taking 
place on one of the hillsides with maybe twenty 
persons in attendance. 'Not too well liked,' I 
thought. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. I 
pulled up next to the hill where Paula lay, parked 
and shut off the engine.

"Steven, go with Susie and be back here in ten 
minutes." I looked at Susie and said, "Sorry, 
sweetie, we can't stay here too long. Please 
understand."

She nodded. Stephanie asked if she could go too. 
She was old enough to have good memories of her 
mother so I let her to go with the others.

"Stay with Steven and Susie and don't wander off," 
I told her as she scampered out of the motor home 
to join her brother and sister.

I had said my goodbyes to Paula and didn't want to 
stir too many old memories. The other kids had 
probably been too young when she died. They didn't 
seem to remember anything about having been here 
two years earlier so I thought it best for the rest 
of us to remain in the motor home. The trio walked 
up the hill, Susie breaking into a trot toward her 
mother's grave, Steven and Stephanie walking 
briskly after her. A few moments later they 
disappeared down the other side and I leaned back 
in the seat, nervously waiting.

Fifteen minutes later I began to worry, having seen 
no sign of the kids coming back. I reached under 
the seat and pulled out the .45 auto I had 
purchased, checked the clip, slipped a round into 
the chamber and stashed the gun in my waistband, 
safety off. I looked at the girls still with me 
inside the vehicle. Sadie had climbed into the 
overcab berth and had fallen asleep. The twins and 
Linda and Lori were playing some board game in the 
back and Juanita was reading a book. I called to 
Juanita to join me in the front.

"Nita, listen," my voice was a little shaky and the 
look in her young, dark brown eyes showed that she 
sensed my anxiety. "I'm going to find Steven and 
the girls, they're staying too long and we need to 
get going. Stay here with the little ones. Lock the 
door behind me and pull the curtains on all the 
windows and all of you stay on the floor and be 
quiet."

She looked at me, knowing that something was wrong, 
but said only, "OK, hurry back."

I stepped out of the motor home, watched as Juanita 
locked the door and pulled all the curtains. 
Satisfied that they were as safe as they could get, 
I walked in the direction the other kids had gone. 
The burial had ended and the last of the mourners 
were just leaving as I walked past. The cemetery 
was quite deserted now.

I skirted the bottom of the hill to avoid being 
seen by anyone on the other side, in case there was 
anyone to be seen by. As I neared the far end where 
it sloped downward again the headstones on the 
other side came into view one by one. I dropped 
into a crouch and jogged, almost ran, forward, 
scanning left and right for any sign of movement.

Suddenly, right in front of me, I saw it. 
Something, someone, was moving close to the ground. 
I dropped to the ground and lay there, watching. 
Whatever it was, it didn't seem anxious to get away 
or come after me. I moved forward again, carefully 
watching and listening. Then I heard the moan. It 
came from the figure on the ground. Now I could 
make out a shape, a person, no, a boy. Steven!

I got up and broke into a run to where he lay. He 
was lying next to his mother's grave clutching his 
stomach and groin and moaning.

"D-dad. Three g-guys...t-took...the g-g-
girls...ohh."

"Where did they go?" He pointed off to my right. I 
looked all around and saw nothing. My first thought 
was for the girls, Susie and Stephanie, and I 
nearly panicked, but Steven's moans brought me 
back.

"Come on, Steven," I said, "let's get you back to 
the motor home."

I picked him up and, leaning on me and supported by 
my arm, he managed to limp back. I was worried that 
the Mexicans had found the motor home, but 
everything was as I had left it. I helped Steven 
inside, got in and locked the door behind me.

The girls had been frightened by seeing me carrying 
Steven and now he was using his wounds as a badge 
of courage and enjoying the attention. Juanita had 
pulled off his shirt and was treating a nasty cut 
he had on his side. When she finished bandaging it 
she said, "OK, big brother, let's get those pants 
off."

Steven looked at me and grinned as he lifted his 
butt off the bed and slid his pants and shorts down 
to his ankles. His hairless balls were black and 
blue, no wonder he couldn't walk, poor kid. Juanita 
was very gentle as she carefully washed his 
genitals and rubbed some salve on them. He must 
have been feeling better because he got an 
erection.

Then Juanita did something that surprised me as 
much as it did Steven. Cooing softly she leaned 
forward toward his hard-on and with the middle 
finger of her right hand flipped the head of his 
penis as hard as she could with the nail side of 
the finger. His eyes grew bigger and he yelped 
"Ow!" as his prick shrank back to normal size 
almost instantly and Juanita went back to smoothing 
salve on his injured crotch.

I started the motor home and drove slowly away from 
the cemetery, unsure of what to do, but firm in the 
conviction that I had somehow to get Susie and 
Stephanie back, even if it meant killing the 
Mexicans. 

Even if it meant killing Juanita's father...

Continued in part 9... 
 
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