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Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY: On a Clear Day By Jordan Wraith (Slow, Rom, m/f, M/f)
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I wrote this story in the hopes that some of you might take a lesson in 
story telling. This isn't to say that none of you could tell a decent 
story, but when it come to some writers, it seems like the sex is the 
only thing that's important. You spend three pages on the sex scenes and 
one on the story, and what have you got? Drivel. This story is dedicated 
to Randu, who wrote the story "Twice the Fun", and to the unknown author 
of "Sixteen Again". It is that level of writing to which I aspire, and 
while I'm not sure if I've got it right, I am willing to let this one 
go. It is my first short story for the internet. (I've also got a couple 
of books that I'm trying to get published) If feedback is positive, it 
may not be my last story. I hope you enjoy "On a Clear Day."


Warning! This story conatain graphic depictions of consentual sex 
between an adult and minor, as well as a minor with a minor. If the idea 
offends you, then what are you doing reading a sex story? Seriously, 
It's not my fault that your too purtian to enjoy a little fantasy now 
and again. Anyway if sex offends you please go jump a lake or something.
Also, this stroy is mine. If you save it and read it over and over 
again, great. If you burn it to a cd and sell it, you'd best be cutting 
me in on the profits. :) Lastly, email me with any corecction comments 
or remarks. Constructive feedback will most likely get you a small thank 
you note. Flames will be deleted without hesitation.
Without futher ado, "On a Clear Day."


On a Clear Day
A short story by Jordan Wraith (jordanwraith@netcape.net)

My name is Joel Morgan. Until three months ago, I was a pretty good 
computer technician, working at a small computer shop in South Austin. I 
had a bit of problem with one of my co worker's kids, so I left to avoid 
any further episodes with her. The market was dry though, and I ended up 
taking a job as a groundskeeper for the apartment complex I live at. One 
might think I'd find the work degrading, but they let me listen to my 
MP3 player all day, and it's not that hard to pick up garbage for eight 
hours a day. I was planning on working there until the computer market 
hit another upswing, when I could get back into one of the little tech 
shops that I love working for. Until then, I was content to enjoy the 
weather, and on a clear day I could almost feel like a normal human being.
The Wednesday afternoon that I met Roland and Steven, I was working 
behind the complex. There was a drainage ditch that separated us from 
the next complex, and I saw two boys running in the ditch with my boss a 
good hundred feet away. I could hear nothing though, as Sammy Hagar had 
my full attention. I slipped one side of my headphones off to hear my 
boss yelling at me to catch them, that they had been vandalizing the 
mailboxes.
That got me moving, because I'm the poor schmuck who's had to clean 
those boxes twice now.
The boys were already on the other side, and my boss would never make it 
down the steep slope as out of shape as he was. I looked into the ditch, 
spotting several large rocks. I decided I could leap frog the rocks to 
get to the other side faster than scrabbling down one side and up the 
other. I leapt for the first boulder and hit it perfectly on target. The 
next one gave me a moment's pause, as it was about eight feet away and 
shorter than the one I was on by six feet. I decided I could make it and 
leapt again. I hit it, but my balance was shot by the uneven surface. I 
had two choices. Fall or  try to jump to the other side, where the boys 
watched me with keen fascination. I jumped and caught the lip of the 
ditch, scratching my hand when a sharp rock dug into my palm. Hauling 
myself up, I looked at the two boys with an annoyed expression.
"You're not going to run now-" I began, but of course they did.
Sighing I took off after them and caught the younger one by his arm.
"Hey! Let go of me!" He squealed.
"No chance." I said and gasped for air.
I may only be twenty seven, but the life of a technician is sedentary. I 
hadn't run like this since I was late for work, and that had been a 
short dash across the complex. These two had lead me two complexes away 
from ours, and had dived between buildings several times to lose me.
The older brother looked over his shoulder and saw that his little 
brother was caught.
"You could keep running!" I shouted, "but your little brother will be 
enough for me to find you later!"
I was surprised when he nodded and walked back slowly. Not nearly as 
surprised as when the little turd threw a punch at me. I caught him by 
the wrist with my free had and twisted his arm behind his back.
"Ow! You're hurting me! Let go, or I'm calling the cops." He warned me 
and I laughed shakily.
I was still out of breath, but I still laughed because he reminded me of 
someone I knew when I was younger: Me.
"Oh yeah, and they'll arrest me for twisting your arm when you tried to 
take a swing at me. Let's not forget you were caught vandalizing federal 
property, a felony offense. That would mean juvenile hall for both of 
you." I said and he knew it was the truth.
At last my chubby boss made it to us, wheezing like a bellows.
"You two have had your last free ride!" He yelled before resting his 
hands on his knees.
"I'm calling the cops as soon as we get back!" He said, and the younger 
brother squealed and went to kick my shin.
I blocked it with the side of my leg and stomped on his toes, making him 
shout in pain.
"Knock it off!" I heard from behind me and I looked at the girl as she 
ran up.
"You think it's okay to bully kids?" She asked in an angry voice, and I 
shook my head.
"I don't. He went to kick my shin, so I wanted to convince him it was a 
bad idea." I explained, but her expression didn't soften.
Now, I admit that I've always been a sucker for sob stories, and I could 
sense that these three were a classic. They were obviously siblings, as 
they all had the same light blonde hair and blue eyes. The older brother 
wore his hair as long as his sister's, but the younger brother had 
cropped his short. It was so short that his scalp had tanned in the 
summer sun, and I imagine he'd burned his scalp at least once this past 
month, judging by the flaked skin on his head. They were all freckled, 
and on the sister, it evoked a reaction from me. I can't help that. For 
me, freckles are extremely sexy, and the cluster on her face extended 
all the way to her ears. For just an instant, I wondered if she had 
freckles on her chest.
I had to push the though aside when she did kick my shin.
"Let Steven go! Can't you see you're hurting him?" She said and I did 
let go of the older boy, who looked at me as he stepped out of range.
I looked at them, seeing how scared they were. They had good reason, as 
my boss was going to report this, and the boys would be sent away. That 
hit a chord in me, and I let go of the other boy, certain he wouldn't run.
"All right." I said and held up my hands diplomatically before turning 
to my boss.
"Danny, if the kids help me clean up the lot for a few days, and they 
help clean the boxes, do you suppose we could forget the cops?"
"Forget it!" He fumed. "These little shits have been doing this since 
before you took the job. We just never caught them!"
"And now we have." I said soothingly. "They should be punished, but the 
cops will be a little overkill, and we can just sit down with their 
parents and explain the options. Either the boys help out, or we send 
them to jail. Come on Danny, I'll take full responsibility for them." I 
said, and I noticed that the sister's expression had become hopeful.
"Well, if you punish them and it doesn't work, the next time they will 
go to jail. You go with them to let their parents know what's going on." 
He said and walked away, muttering about having to chase damn kids all day.

***

The house was dirtier than my place, a feat I'd thought was damn near 
impossible. There was no one there when we walked in and I looked 
around. The sister saw this and got angry again.
"Let me guess, this place is a pig sty?" She asked.
"No," I corrected "Pigs like to pick up their shit now and again. This 
is just a mess." I said then held up a hand to silence her protest.
"I'm not saying my place is any better. I'm a slob myself, but I don't 
live with anyone, so no one cares how my apartment looks. Do your 
parents both work days?" I asked and the older brother Steven snorted.
"Yeah, and night and weekends too." He said and I noticed that his 
little brother kind of frowned at that.
I let that go and looked at Steven.
"All right, here's the deal. You will help me clean the complex for 
three days. After that, you're free to do whatever you want again. I'd 
advise that you do something less destructive so that you don't end up 
going to jail."
"And why do you care?" He asked angrily.
I expected that at this point. He was just like me and his attitude made 
me smile.
"Ask me tomorrow." I said. "I'll be over at nine to pick you up. If you 
aren't here, then I'll let Danny call the cops like he wanted to in the 
first place, and both of you will be taken away. You don't want that, do 
you?" I asked and they were sullen.
"Do you?" I repeated.
"No sir." The little boy replied.
"Don't call me sir." I said kindly. "You call old people like Danny sir. 
My name is Joel." I said and held out my hand.
"I'm Roland" He said and shook my hand before pointing to his siblings.
"That's my big brother Steven, and my sister Amy." He said and I nodded.
"Well, the two of you should feel lucky that I could talk Danny out of 
calling the cops. I'll be over tomorrow." I said and walked out, taking 
a deep breath of clean air to get the dirty apartment's smell out of my 
nose.
I spent the rest of the day lost in memories of my little brother Carl. 
We had had the same light blonde hair, but mine had changed over time to 
a dark brown, and Carl's had become a shade we called dirty dishwater 
blonde. I haven't seen my little brother in many years because I've 
always felt bad about what I did to him, but Steven and Roland made me 
miss my little partner in crime.

***

Nine A.M., and I was tapping lightly on the door of the kid's apartment, 
hoping I might get a chance to speak with their parents. It was Amy who 
opened the door and she eyed me suspiciously. I knew how she felt, and I 
smiled faintly at her.
"Are they ready?" I asked and she nodded.
"You know, I'd bet you'd look very pretty if you smiled." I observed and 
she scowled at me.
"Who cares? Just wait here." She said angrily and slammed the door in my 
face.
Moments later, the boys came out and I lead them to the tool shed to get 
the paint remover. Our first job would be to clean the boxes, and I said 
nothing to them as we took the supplies to the mail boxes. In fact, 
nothing was said until I looked at my watch at noon, deciding to call 
for a lunch break.
"That's enough for now. You guys are doing a great job. Would you like 
to come to my place for lunch?" I asked and Steven shrugged.
"Depends on what you're having." He said.
"Grilled cheese sandwiches and vegetable beef soup." I replied and 
Roland nodded eagerly.
"Heck yes!" He said with a grin, then stopped himself when Steven glared 
at him.
A thought occurred to me.
"What is Amy going to have for lunch?" I wondered.
"What do you care?" Steven said bitterly and again I though about how I 
was at his age.
"Well, let's just say that you remind me of a couple of kids I used to 
know." I said and headed for their apartment.
"What are you doing?" Steven asked and I looked over my shoulder at him.
"I'm going to see if your sister wants to have lunch with you." I 
replied and he glared at me.
"So, you're being nice to us to get with her, aren't you?"
"Why would you say that?" I asked and he snorted.
"Please! I saw how you looked at her yesterday, and I heard what you 
said this morning."
"OK, then I guess I'll just have to stay away from your sister to prove 
my good intentions." I said amicably and veered of towards my apartment.
"Wait." Roland said softly, and I stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked when I saw his sad expression.
"Could you wait here? I want to get Amy." He said and took off.
He was fast for his age, and I remembered how difficult it had been just 
to catch him. Steven had outpaced him by another fifty feet, and the two 
brought back a memory of a similar chase I had been in with my little 
brother. I pushed the thought aside when Roland and Amy walked across 
the lot. I nodded at them then walked to my apartment. I let them in and 
went to the kitchen to make sandwiches. Moment later, I heard the TV 
turn on and smiled. They didn't have a TV at their house that I could 
see, and I guess they figured they could take advantage of a good thing 
while they had the chance.
"Hey! It's already on the cartoon channel!" Roland yelled.
"So what? I want to watch the sports channels." Steven said and I heard 
a scuffle.
"Settle down." I said and walked around the hall into the living room.
They brothers were wrestling over the remote, and Amy looked mortified 
at their behavior.
"Guys, you can watch the sport channels while I'm making lunch, but the 
TV goes back to cartoons while we eat."
"Oh yeah? How come?" Steven asked angrily.
"Because I like to watch cartoon, and it's my TV, so there." I said and 
stuck my tongue out at him before going back to the kitchen.
I was setting the first four sandwiches on the grill when Amy came into 
the kitchen.
"What have you got to drink?" She asked.
"Milk, Chocolate milk, orange juice and generic root beer." I said and 
she went to the refrigerator.
"Glasses are in the cabinet beside the fridge." I said and she nodded.
I tried not to look at Amy while she poured glasses of root beer for her 
brothers. She took the cups to them and returned to pour her own glass. 
She sipped it and stared at me while a made the sandwiches.
"Can I help?" she asked and I smiled at her.
"Can you nuke soup?" I asked, and for the first time she did smile at me.
The thought occurred to me that she was indeed very pretty when she smiled.
"I have a family recipe for nuking, actually." She said with a small nod.
She went to the pantry and took out a can of soup. I was going to tell 
her where the can opener was, but she opened the drawer and tugged it 
out. I guess us slobs tend to organize our kitchen in the same way, 
because she also found the bowls and silverware without prompting from 
me. The sandwiches were done, so I took them to the tables and set out 
the bowls. A minute later, Amy brought the big bowl of soup to the table 
and began to ladle out equal portions. Roland giggled at something then 
yelped when Steven frogged his arm hard and glared at him.
"Problem?" I asked and Steven shook his head.
I shook my head and looked at their half full glasses.
"Refills, anyone?" I offered and Amy set the bowl of soup down.
"I'll get it." She volunteered.
"No, you sit. You're my guests today. Besides, I have to get my self a 
glass." I said and went back into the kitchen. I took the root beer out 
of the fridge and set it on the table before changing the TV back to the 
cartoons. I sat back down at the table and Steven looked at me.
"Do you say grace over meals?" He asked.
"Not usually. Do you?" I asked and he shrugged.
"Sometimes." He said.
"Would you like to say grace?" I asked politely and he nodded.
"Father, thank you for the food we are about to eat. Bless Joel for 
giving us lunch. Amen."
I smiled at him while I picked up my spoon.
"Kind of a weird way to say thanks for lunch." I observed, and he 
grinned a little.
"Thank you for lunch, and for not calling the cops on us."
"That's no problem. I just wish someone had done that for me and my 
little brother."
"You were a bad kid?" Roland asked and I chuckled and nodded.
"I was a lousy kid. To be honest, you three are angels compared to me 
and my little brother Carl. We had some pretty devious schemes. In fact, 
when I was chasing you, I remembered being chased like that a dozen times."
"Did they ever catch you?" Steven asked and I shook my head.
"They caught Carl though. That's why I think you're better kids than I 
was. You and Amy stuck with your little brother. I didn't. When Carl got 
caught, I left him. He never snitched on me, but I always feel a little 
guilty over it, because mom and dad were always comparing me to him. 
They called me the good son, but I wasn't. I was just faster than him." 
I said and looked down at my soup, suddenly losing my appetite.
We ate in silence. Well, they ate and I just picked at my food. Thinking 
about how I'd  left Carl to the police always puts me in a depressed 
mood, and when we went back out to work, Steven looked at me.
"Are you helping us to make up for being a lousy kid?"
"No, I want you to learn why being a bad kid hurts. If Danny had called 
the police, you would be separated from each other. When they sent Carl 
to juvie, I was left by myself, and it made me into a rotten kid." I 
said and shook my head.
"What did you do?" Amy asked and I shook my head again.
"You don't need to hear that. I was really bad though, and to this day 
part of what I did still haunts me." I said and she looked down at the 
ground, her expression conveying contemplation.
She went to her apartment and we went back to work. By quitting time, 
the paint had all been removed, and I once again told them what a good 
job they had done.
"Can we come over to your place and watch cartoons?" He asked.
"Well, Thursdays I watch wrestling, but you can come over after dinner 
to watch that if you like." I offered.
Steven shook his head.
"We can't because mom grounded us after we told her about the 
mailboxes." He said and I nodded.
"Well, don't worry about that, at least you didn't get spanked." I 
suggested.
"They don't care enough to-" Steven said and Roland cut him off.
"You know that isn't true! They do love us! They just have to work a lot 
to pay for all the bills." He said defensively and Steven snorted.
I got the feeling that Steven knew something about his parents that 
Roland didn't, or that the little kid couldn't believe. As we walked 
back to the apartment, I considered whether it was my business to ask. 
After all, they hadn't been beaten or anything bad like that, but just 
like my parents their mom and dad seemed to never be home. Here it was 
six o'clock, and their parents weren't home. Amy smiled at me when she 
unlocked the doors for her brothers, and I smiled back, eliciting a 
giggle from Roland. It dawned on me that he had seen me stare at her 
before lunch, and he thought I had a crush on her. I blushed a little 
and shook my head before deciding to ask Steven something.
"Before I head home, can I talk to you out here?" I asked and he nodded.
Amy shut the door and I sat down on the stairs to the next floor. Steven 
sat a few steps above me and I looked at him for a second before 
deciding that I should just see if he felt like talking about whatever 
was obviously bothering him
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"It depends on what you want to know." He replied.
"Tell you what. If I ask something you don't want to talk about, don't 
get mad, just tell me you'd rather not discuss it, OK?"
"Yeah." He agreed.
"Do your parents really work all the time?" I asked and he shrugged.
"If you call drug dealing work, then sure they are." He said bitterly.
"What kind of drugs?"
"They switch to whatever's selling at the time, but it doesn't matter. 
If they get caught, they'll go to jail and we'll get split up." He said 
and I nodded.
"I won't say anything about this Steven. You have my word on that." I 
promised and he nodded before standing up.
"I have to go. Amy will be getting dinner ready and I want to help her." 
He explained and I got up to head home.
"I'll see you tomorrow Steven."
"Goodbye Joel." He said, for the first time using my name.
I went home and made a salad for myself before sitting down to watch a 
few cartoons before wrestling started. My mind clicked back and forth 
over how similar the kids were to me. Mom was a bartender, but she was 
also a part time call girl. She tried to hide that from me, but  I knew 
what was going on. Like Steven, I had decided not to tell Carl what I 
knew, but I think he figure it out before he went away. Sometimes it 
made my dad angry that mom had to sleep with other men to help pay the 
bills. Dad worked as a carpenter until he fell through a faulty 
scaffold. That was what caused my mom to work as a call girl. Dad's 
therapy required that he go to Dallas every few weeks and the expenses 
were too much for mom to pay for as a bartender. After his back healed a 
little, dad started working as a security guard to pay the credit card 
bills that had piled up, and they were never around. I knew why, and I 
don't hate my parents for making the choices that I knew they had to 
make, but I wished they had just a few minutes to watch over me before I 
lost my mind.
I took up a babysitting job to make money to pay for my own clothes and 
things, and it was going great until I met this one girl. I was eleven 
and she was seven. Cindy was just another kid to watch over with the 
three or four others I watched during the summer, but one day she was 
the only one I had to watch. We sat on the couch at opposite ends. I was 
reading a book and she was watching TV. Cindy scooted to my side and 
leaned against me, reading along with me. I put my arm around her and we 
read at her pace, with her giving a small nod when I could turn the 
page. I don't know why, but I decided to kiss her on her forehead. She 
smiled at that and closed her eyes, so I kissed her lips, letting mine 
linger for several seconds before I parted them. I licked her lips 
softly and she opened her mouth, her tongue greeting mine. We kissed 
like that for a while before I felt her hand on my zipper. I felt 
surprised as she took my dick in her hand and began to stroke it gently. 
I liked it, because up to that point I had only masturbated by myself. I 
had kissed girls before, but that was all I had done. What Cindy did was 
completely new to me. I  put my hand over her crotch and she draped her 
leg over mine, spreading her legs to let me touch her. Her panties were 
soft cotton, and I raised her short skirt to look at them. They were 
white, with one small pink bow on the waist band, and I kissed the bow 
before I took her panties off, eager to look at her pussy. I had heard 
older kids say that they like to pet and lick a girls pussy, and now was 
my first chance to try it with someone. Softly, I rubbed the smooth skin 
and she sighed, spreading her legs wider. I kissed her pussy and then 
licked it with a flat slow stroke. Cindy nodded and pushed her hips up. 
I did it over and over again until she grabbed my shoulders and pulled 
me up. I thought she wanted a kiss, but she took my dick and rubbed it 
until it was stiff again before she tugged at it gently. She guided it 
to her pussy and looked at me.
"Push it in." She whispered and I did, gasping at the sensation.
I had barely penetrated her when I came. For my first time, you'd think 
she would have laughed, but Cindy took me to the bathroom and had me 
wash her pussy for her before she took me to my room. She undressed and 
laid down on my bed, and  I did the same. Again she stroked me until I 
was hard and the I got between her legs and pushed my dick into her 
tight little pussy again. I gasped and moaned at how hot she felt around 
me, and Cindy whimpered when I got half of my dick inside her.
"Does it hurt?" I asked and she shook her head.
Slowly I worked my dick in until the base pressed against her pelvis 
then I pulled out a little before pushing in again. With every push I 
felt her tunnel get wetter until she was slick around my cock. I sped up 
my tempo, thrusting against her so hard that my balls hurt from being 
slapped against her. I didn't stop because Cindy was whimpering for me 
not to. She sobbed and her breath hitched, a surprised expression on her 
face as I sawed in and out of her pussy. I yelped when her tunnel 
clamped down hard on my pole, locking me in place. I was stuck and 
couldn't move an inch in or out of her. Cindy started to breathe again 
and her canal relaxed. I took my dick out and she shook her head.
"You haven't come yet." She whispered and I put my dick back inside her, 
working my speed back up until I felt myself close to coming.
I moved faster, but again Cindy's pussy clamped down on me.
"I can't come like this." I said softly and Cindy nodded before she 
scooted down on the bed under me until her head was level with my hips. 
I had no clue what she was doing, but I gasped when she sucked my dick 
slowly into her mouth, working her head up and down. She put her hand on 
my hip and urged me to hump her mouth, and I did. I was worried about 
choking her, but Cindy continued to pull down on my hips, forcing a 
shudder from me when my dick went down her throat. I felt myself getting 
close to coming, so I sped up and then I did come, trying to pull out of 
her mouth. Cindy held me by my hips, sucking the sperm from me like a 
baby with a bottle. I whimpered now too, as the sensation was almost 
painful. She released me and smiled.
An hour later, her mom picked her up and I never saw her again. That was 
how all of my baby sitting affairs ended. As long as I acted normal to 
them, then they would come over time after time. If I had sex with them, 
they would never return, and I got worried that maybe they were telling 
their parents about me. If that was the case, I couldn't figure out why 
no one ever called the cops on me, but the thought lead me to quit 
working as a baby sitter altogether. A thought flashed though my mind 
that Cindy was a lot younger than Amy, but I pushed it away. I had been 
a good man for over five years now, and I  wasn't about to let my 
fantasies drift towards that age of girl so easily.
I was about halfway though wrestling when I heard a knock at the door. I 
opened it to find a man and woman that could only be the trio's parents. 
The resemblance was unmistakable.
"Yes?" I said politely.
"We heard about you bringing our kids over for lunch, and we wanted to 
thank you." The woman said and I shook my head with a smile.
"It's no problem. Your kids got into some trouble with my boss, and I 
figured I could bail them out of it." I said.
"May we come in?" The father said and I nodded, stepping aside to let 
them in.
"I'm sorry about the mess." I said automatically, and the mother laughed.
"You've seen our place, right?" She asked and I grinned.
"Yeah, but I still apologize to anyone who has to see my sty."
"I'm Judith, and this my husband Mark." She introduced before she sat 
down on my couch and took out a big bag of weed.
She looked up at me with a questioning glance.
"Do you smoke?" She said.
"Only when I can afford it" I replied.
"Would you like to make a deal?" She asked and I looked at her with a 
little confusion.
"Well, we have to be out of the house all of the time, and it's starting 
to hurt Steven's feelings. I don't like what we have to do to earn a 
living, but I have MS and can't work for very long without feeling 
fatigued, and Mark has epilepsy. We've been told he doesn't qualify for 
Social Security, but he was a forklift operator before he had a seizure 
the first time... He killed a coworker when he passed out and so he's not 
allowed near heavy equipment."
"I'm sorry." I said honestly. "I have multiple sclerosis myself, but it 
only makes me talk slow so far." I said and she nodded.
The disease was random. It caused the immune system to attack the 
nervous system, so people with it could have any number of problems. It 
could cause blindness or paralysis, or it could slow down a person's 
motor skills. For me, it meant a nagging pain in my knees and a slurred 
speech pattern if I talked too fast. I try to think positive about it, 
but I've been told this is just the first stage of the illness. As I 
enter my thirties, the disease will begin to take my body from me 
slowly. The thought terrifies me, and I could see that same fear in her.
"But enough about our problems." I said and smiled.
"You had a dope deal for me?" I asked and she giggled.
"Well, since you work here, maybe you could check up on our kids during 
the day to make sure they're OK. In exchange, we could cut you off a 
ounce or so a week to make up for it." She offered.
"An ounce would cut into your money pretty deeply, wouldn't it?" I asked 
and she nodded.
"I know, but you're the first person that they all seem to like. All 
we've heard since we got home is how cool you are." She said and looked 
at Mark, who nodded.
"Roland's running around the house with Amy chasing him. He keeps 
chanting that she has a crush." He said and his look grew puzzled at my 
blush.
"What? You don't have a crush on her too, do you?" He asked and I had to 
look away.
"Well, she is cute." I admitted and that got a deep chuckle from him.
"Steven was right." He said to his wife, but he didn't elaborate.
"Ok, so how about I check up on them for a half an ounce a month. I 
don't smoke a lot, so that should last me. If it doesn't, well there's 
always next month." I suggested and Judith smiled.
"There is something else. Steven would like to come watch wrestling if 
you'll let him." Mark said and I shrugged.
"Not a problem for me." I said and Judith handed me the bag.
"You're going to have to take this ounce as our first payment, since I 
didn't bring a scale." She said with a grin and kissed my cheek, 
surprising me.
"Hey, don't do that in front of your husband. He may get mad and kill 
me." I teased and the big man grinned and shook his head.
"No, I know it's my daughter you're after." He said with a laugh and I 
blushed deeply at this, my cheeks feeling hot long after they left.
Steven came over and watched the last hour of wrestling with me, and 
then I switched the channel over to music videos before going to turn on 
my computer. I was kind of hoping he'd leave, as the weed was just 
screaming at me to toke it up. I wouldn't do that in front of him even 
if he knew his parents dealt it.
Steven however was keenly interested in my computer. More specifically, 
he was interested in my internet connection. I let him open a browser, 
and he went to the wrestling web site to watch the videos of the matches 
he had missed. I took that as an opportunity to head to my room and roll 
a joint. I took a few hits and let the buzz work it's way back into my 
head when I realized that I couldn't hear the announcers of the show 
anymore. Fearing that he was spying on me, I put the joint out and 
opened the door quietly. Steven was surfing on a porn site, and I was 
about to let him know that I disapproved when I saw that he was 
masturbating. I froze, then turned and went back to my room. I gave him 
a few minutes before I opened my door louder. I smiled faintly at his 
scramble to zip back up and shut the browser at the same time, recalling 
a dozen close encounters like this with my mom. Then it hit me that 
maybe she had also done what I had just done, and the thought unnerved 
my stoned little mind.
"It's getting kind of late Steven. I'll see you and Roland tomorrow." I 
said, and I do believe he was blushing more than me.
"Yeah," He agreed in a breathless voice, and I hoped suddenly that he 
hadn't dropped anything in my chair.
He left quickly and I checked my seat, sighing with relief. If he'd 
come, he was carrying it home with him I thought and chuckled to myself.
The day had been quite odd, so I put it in proper perspective by smoking 
joints until the music videos made sense and headed for bed.

***

Friday is a glorious day to me. It always has been ever since I became 
an adult and learned that Friday was usually payday in the real world. 
Today was no exception, and I had my check tucked safely in my back 
pocket as I walked to pick up Steven and Roland. We were working on 
picking up trash when I looked at Steven.
"At noon, we'll go get your sister and go cash my check. I'll take you 
guys to Dairy Queen after that for lunch. Does that sound good?" I asked 
and he smiled at me evilly.
"What check?" He said and I reached for my now empty back pocket. I 
looked at Steven with a confused look and he pointed to Roland, who was 
waving my check at me.
"Stop showing off." I said and chuckled, snatching my check away from him.
"I couldn't help it." Roland said defensively. "Steven made me do it." 
He said and laughed at his brother's innocent expression.
"All right, so you're both little jokers. Just remember that the point 
I'm trying to get across to you is that you could get split up by doing 
this." I said and Steven's face became dark quickly.
"So what? You know it's the same thing if... well, you know." He said and 
nodded.
"I've got a suggestion to help with that if you'll send your parents to 
my place tonight." I said and he nodded again.
We talked about  wrestling for a little while before I asked him what he 
thought of the second match, which I knew he hadn't seen.
"It was ok." He said nervously and I laughed.
"OK? That was the best match of the night. Didn't you see that top rope 
pile driver?" I asked and was having a hard time not grinning as he 
fumbled with a response.
"It was OK." He said in a quieter voice.
"Steven." I said playfully and he looked up at me.
"There wasn't a top rope pile driver in the second match." I said and 
laughed at his blush.
"I wasn't-" He said and stopped, now blushing deeply.
"You saw me?" He whimpered and I nodded.
"I won't tell your parents, because that is a normal thing for someone 
your age, but my computer is off limits for that sort of thing. You do 
understand that you could get me in a lot of trouble for something like 
that, don't you?" I asked and he nodded.
"I'm sorry." He said in a low voice.
"Done, forgiven and forgotten." I assured him before returning to my work.

***

Lunch was mostly quiet, but I noticed that Roland was whispering 
something to Amy, and  he jumped each time, his face twisting in pain. I 
sat back just a little and nonchalantly sipped my soda, waiting for a 
repeat. Again he whispered in her ear and she kicked his shin hard. I 
thought this strange until I remembered that Roland was chanting that 
she had a crush on me. It made me blush, and Amy saw that. She avoided 
looking at me for the rest of lunch, and wouldn't look at me as she 
thanked me and went home.
I didn't know quite how to feel about Amy. I did like her, and she was 
extremely attractive to me. Still, I didn't have a clue how old any of 
them were. As we went back to work, I decided that I should at least 
know how old the boys were.
"Steven, how old are you?" I asked and he looked up.
"I'm fourteen." He said and I nodded then looked at Roland.
"I'm ten, so I still get cheap seats at the movies." He said and giggled.
"Amy is twelve." Steven said and I nodded again
"You like her, don't you?" Steven asked and I blushed, causing Roland to 
giggle.
"Golly Joel, you blush more than Amy does." He said and I grinned.
"Well, she is a friendly  girl, so I guess I do."
"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Steven said and I nodded 
again.
"Yes, I suppose I do like her like that, but I wouldn't do anything 
about it." I said.
"Why not?" He asked and I shook my head.
"Ask me after work." I said and he nodded.

***

I sat down on the stairs and Steven took his post above me again. I 
think he liked being able to be taller than me, even if it wasn't real. 
He sighed and looked at me waiting for me to talk.
"Still the same question, huh?" I remarked and he nodded.
"OK, the easy answer is that she's too young for me. Just as your little 
surf could get me in trouble, so could anything I do with her beside 
treat her like a child." I said and he nodded.
"She says you're too old for her, so I guess you agree on something." He 
said and sighed.
"What's wrong with that?" I asked and he looked at me for several seconds.
"Well, suppose you took my sister as your girlfriend. If mom and dad got 
busted, she could move in with you, so I would know at least one of us 
was safe."
I shook my head.
"Steven, it doesn't work like that. The CPS won't just let me move her 
in because she's my girlfriend. In fact, they'd have me arrested if I 
said that." I said and his expression was crestfallen.
"Look, I like all of you, and I want to help you stick together. Just 
remember to send your parents over tonight, OK?" I said and patted his knee.
"Yeah. Thanks for letting me watch wrestling last night, by the way."
"Anytime. Speaking of which, you know the pay-per-view is this Sunday, 
right?"
"Yeah?" He said excitedly.
"I'm getting it and taping it. Maybe you'd like to hang on Sunday before 
it starts? Maybe we could even convince your folks to come over for a 
barbeque for lunch." I suggested and smiled at his giddy expression.
I stood up to leave, almost falling over when he hugged me.
"Hey, easy! It won't be a good thing if you push me down the stairs, 
Steven." I teased and patted his head as he continued to squeeze me tightly.
He let me go and jogged down the stairs to his door, waving good bye 
before he walked inside.
I headed home and took a shower before I went to watch some TV. I fell 
asleep and my nap was ended by a light rapping on my front door.
Judith and Amy both smiled at me and I let them in quickly.
"Steven says you have an idea that can keep us from getting split up?" 
she said and I shrugged.
"Well, take a look at this." I said and presented her my medicinal use 
card. "I got it from the clinic that does my lab work. They claim that 
since I have MS, the cops can't bust me for possession, all they can do 
is take..." I looked down at Amy before giving a questioning glance to 
Judith, who shook her head. "Well, they take it away but not you if you 
have one of these." I said and she nodded.
"Mark would also qualify for one of these?" She asked.
"I think so." I said and she smiled.
"It might not work, but you're a saint for looking out for us like this."
"No, I'm no saint." I said and chuckled.
"Of course you are." She said and I shrugged.
"Joel?" Amy asked and I looked at her.
She was standing by my movie collection and had a copy of Ralph Bashke's 
Lord of the Rings in her hand.
"Can I watch a movie with you tonight?" She asked and I looked at the clock.
It is a long movie, and it would be just a little after midnight if we 
watched it.
"I don't think so, Amy. That would be so long that you'd be up late-" I 
began before Judith cut me off with a laugh.
"Don't worry about the time, Joel. It's summer, and she is a big girl 
now. Just walk her home after the movie is over. If she falls asleep on 
you, just let her spend the night. After all, we know where you live, 
and you're on our kid's cool list."
Most of what she said was lost on me right after she said spend the 
night. The words echoed in my head as if I were in a long empty hallway. 
I pushed the thought aside and shrugged.
"All right. I haven't watched that in a year or so." I agreed, deciding 
that Amy would definitely be walking home tonight, for my safety.
Judith kissed my cheek before she left and I went into the kitchen to 
grab some root beer. Amy had already started the tape, and when I sat 
down, she sat down beside me, leaning on my chest. I got a hardon almost 
instantly and couldn't think straight. I decided to smoke some weed real 
fast to get myself mellowed out.
"Pause it." I said. "I'll be right back."
I went to my room and flicked the head of my dick hard, shriveling it 
instantly with the spike of pain that nearly doubled me over. I took a 
few quick hits to get a buzz going and put it out before going back to 
the living room.
The weed helped immensely, and I got into the visuals of the cartoon, 
remembering why this was one of my all time favorite "smoke out" movies. 
I paused it about an hour into the movie to get a few more hits while 
Amy went to the bathroom. She took her time, so I got quite a few hits 
in. I was fairly stoned when I heard the toilet flush and went to the 
bathroom myself before returning to the couch. Instead of leaning 
against me, Amy laid down on the couch, resting her head on my thigh. 
The weed did it's job, and I was oblivious to this little angel's head 
in my lap as we watched the rest of the movie. When the credits began I 
saw that she had fallen asleep. She was laying with her back to the TV, 
and it occurred to me that I must have been pretty stoned not to notice 
when she rolled over. Her face was up against my hip, and I became aware 
of her breathing. The warm air went over my hip, and it felt very nice. 
Still, I knew that it was time to take her home, and I shook her 
shoulder gently.
"Amy? Time to head home." I said softly.
"Mom said I could sleep here." She whimpered and I shook my head.
"You mom doesn't understand what a bad idea that is." I said then shook 
my head.
The weed had made me a little too honest, and as Amy rubbed her eye, she 
looked at me with confusion.
"Why is it a bad idea?" she asked and I shook my head.
This was one hot potato I wasn't taking back.
"Forget I said that, alright?" I said and stood up. "Let's get you home 
so you can sleep in your own bed instead of my couch."
We walked slowly, and partway there, she put her hand in mine. I have to 
admit I liked the way it felt. The simplest contact with her made me so 
happy, but I thought her parents must be nuts to send her to my place by 
herself. We got there and I waved to Judith when she opened the door.
"All finished?" She asked and looked down.
Her gaze came back up and she grinned at me widely.
"I'd say you were." She remarked and I looked down, gasping.
Amy had drooled on my jeans, making a small dark spot  on the fabric. 
The wild thing was that the bulge of my dick hit the spot perfectly, 
making it look like I'd come in my pants.
"No, it wasn't like that." I said and Judith smiled wider while Amy 
looked at us both in confusion.
"Of course it wasn't. Don't worry now, I told you she's a big girl. Good 
night." She said and shut the door.
I heard Judith laughing a second later, and I shook my head at how odd 
this seemed. I was about to leave when I heard Mark laugh as well. This 
confused me completely, and I went home to smoke quite a bit before I 
could sleep.

***

Although today was their last day of punishment, I knew that it wouldn't 
be the last time I'd see the kids. Amy met me at the door with a mug of 
coffee and invited me inside. The living room was spotless, and she 
explained that she had gotten up early to clean everything.
"I'm working on the kitchen right now." She said and I nodded as I 
looked around.
"Amy, this living room looks fantastic. It's hard to believe it was a 
dump the last time I saw it." I said and she smiled.
"I could help you with your place tonight. Mom and dad like the barbeque 
idea, so they've bought some fajitas to add to whatever you'll be 
making." She said and I nodded.
"Sounds good. I'll be making chicken with baked beans and potato salad."
"Yeah." Amy said and I looked around.
"Where are the boys?" I asked.
"They had to go to the store for some cereal. They should be back soon." 
She said.
"So you haven't had breakfast yet?" I asked.
"No, but don't worry. They can eat fast enough that you shouldn't be too 
late." She said and I nodded.
"Well tell them to come find me after they eat. They can't get fired for 
not working like me." I said and smiled before setting the mug down on 
the coffee table.
"Wait Joel." She said and I looked at her.
"What's wrong?" I asked and I noticed how she fidgeted.
"You like me, don't you?" She asked and I nodded.
"Then why did you send me home last night?" She asked and I sighed.
"Honey, I really like you more than I should. That may not make much 
sense to you, but I don't really think I could trust myself around you 
if we were alone for too long."
"I don't understand." She said and I nodded.
"That's what I mean. You're too young for me to think about you in the 
ways that I sometimes do. I like being around you, but you can't stay 
the night at my place. That's not so bad, is it?" I asked, hoping this 
would settle the issue.
"I guess not." She agreed and I went to work.

***

Steven slugged my arm hard and I fell forward, regaining my balance at 
the last second.
"Why did you make Amy cry?" He asked angrily.
"I didn't mean to." I said while rubbing my arm, where a large welt was 
already appearing.
I had pissed him off pretty badly, and he swung at me again. I saw this 
one  and caught his wrist. He expected me to twist his arm again, so he 
rolled in the opposite direction to hit me with his elbow. I put my foot 
in the seat of his pants and shoved him away hard.
"Knock it off Steven! I told your sister she couldn't stay the night at 
my house. God, why does it seem like every one of you is pushing me into 
being alone with her?"
"Because she likes you." Steven said and I looked around for Roland.
"He's still at home trying to cheer up Amy." He said. "Look, what is the 
problem? You like her, she likes you."
"She's twelve, Steven. You may not have a problem with that, but my boss 
would, and so would the cops in this town." I said a little more angrily 
than I should have.
"Would you tell them?" He asked me.
"What?"
"If you had sex with my sister, would you tell your boss?" He said in a 
low voice.
"Steven, I'm not going to do anything improper with your sister, so this 
a moot point."
"Why?"
"Because she's too young. She doesn't understand why I'm turning her 
away. Don't you understand that I'm doing what's in her best interest?"
"Her best interest, or yours?" He asked.
"That's not fair Steven." I said in a low voice.
"No, what's not fair is that she thinks you're afraid of her, so she 
cries her eyes out just so you don't have to worry about going to jail. 
I spend every day wondering if mom and dad won't be coming home tonight, 
if the friendly CPS won't come down the next day to help us find new 
moms and dads. I don't need the added grief of my sister. She thinks 
you're afraid of her. That isn't true and you know it."
"Yes, Steven. But what do you want me to do? It sounds like you're 
asking me to sleep with your sister."
"What if I am? Mom thinks you already have, but Amy told me she fell 
asleep while watching the movie, so I know that nothing happened."
"Your parents aren't freaking out?" I asked incredulously.
"No. They didn't freak out when I asked to let my girlfriend spend the 
night in my room when I was thirteen either."
I shook my head at this. Sure, my mom never threw away my stack of nude 
magazines when she cleaned my room, but I couldn't imagine any parent 
being so nonchalant when it came to their children's sex lives.
"Steven, I like her, but even if she was old enough for me to do 
anything with her, I wouldn't just have sex with her. I'm not that kind 
of guy."
"That's great. I'm really happy to know you're such a nice guy, but 
you're tearing her little heart up by pushing her away. Would it kill 
you to at least kiss her to let her know that you do like her?"
"I'll think about it Steven, alright?" I asked and he nodded.
"Come on. Let's shake hands and I'll forget that you just tried to 
amputate my arm with your fist." I said.
"You still deserved it." He said and I smiled crookedly.
"I don't see why. Look, go get your brother. Danny's asked me twice 
where you are and I told him you were eating breakfast late today. Let's 
get some work done before he comes back out to check on us." I said and 
he went to get Roland.

***

We finished cleaning the east side of the complex, and Danny had checked 
up on the boys several times.  He thought I had been covering for them 
to not work at all, and I was happy when he told them at the end of the 
day that he was sorry for doubting them. He even paid them some money 
for their last day, saying that the complex looked a lot nicer now.
"Well, maybe they could help out to make a little cash under the table." 
I suggested and Danny nodded.
"How about ten dollars a day?" He offered and I bit my lip.
It was less than I'd made baby sitting, but the boys agreed eagerly, 
since it meant a steady supply of money to play with. I knew it would 
also keep them out of trouble and I think Danny realized it too.
I went to their apartment and waited for their parents to get home. I 
smiled at them when they walked through the door while the boys bragged 
about being "working men."
"The saint strikes again." Mark said and laughed.
"No, don't call me that. I'm not even a nice guy. I just like your kids 
and thought that a job would give them some money to play with. I was 
thinking of taking them out for pizza and games to celebrate their 
gainful employment." I suggested, and Judith nodded.
"Only if Amy can come along. Mark and I have a bid on something pretty 
big, so we weren't going to be home anyway."
"Sounds good." I said and it was set. The kids would be at my place 
within an hour.

***

I showered and shaved quickly, hoping I would have time for a few quick 
puffs before we would go walking up to the pizza parlor. I lost my car 
when I lost my status as a techno god, so my own two feet were all I 
had. My shoes could prove that, looking a little ragged. I knew I'd have 
to get some new ones soon, but they were all I had. I cleaned them, then 
stopped myself, wondering why I suddenly cared what I looked like. The 
answer came in the form of a knock on my door. Amy and Steven were 
dressed in their Sunday best, while Roland had stuck with his scruffy 
jeans and shirt. I looked more like him than his older siblings, and I 
smiled at the fact that I was now woefully underdressed.
"Wow, did you two forget were going for pizza and root beer?" I teased.
"No, why?" Amy asked and I smiled.
"You look ready for opera and wine tasting." I said and knelt down to 
admire their clothes.
Steven wore pressed black slacks with a striped blue on teal dress 
shirt. His tie looked perfectly matched with it's pattern of teal 
circles on a black background, and I noticed that he had polished his 
shoes. I shook my head before turning my attention to Amy, who had a 
long blue dress on with black pumps. She smiled at me and turned, 
allowing me to see that the back was cut low. She had freckles over her 
shoulders and I sighed, pushing aside the notion of playing "kissy 
connect the dots."
"You look beautiful." I told her honestly and she beamed at me.
"And you look like a bus ran over your clothes." Steven remarked dryly. 
"What's the matter, my sister isn't good enough to dress up for?" He 
said playfully before she slapped his arm.
I laughed and got out my "interview clothes." The black khakis and black 
collarless shirt made me look paler than I really was normally, but the 
months of working in the sun had tanned me to a golden shade. I looked 
healthier than I had in years, and while I changed shirts, I noticed 
that I had developed a little more muscle from doing actual work instead 
of hunching over a keyboard all day. I flexed and made a strained face, 
jumping when Amy giggled. I hadn't closed my door, and she was watching 
me change clothes. I felt sheepish and I shook my head.
"Hey, this isn't a peep show here." I said and she laughed and shut the 
door.

***

Roland was easy to please. He wanted anything that was available on the 
menu. Amy too, seemed happy just to be out of the apartment for the 
night, but Steven wanted to be picky about what toppings we could have.
"Tell you what. We'll order you a small pizza and you can have that to 
yourself. We'll get a large supreme, cause these two will eat anything, 
right?" I said and Roland nodded.
"Oh, except anchovies." He said and I laughed.
"Oh darn, and I had my heart set on those little fishies." I said and 
Amy laughed.
"No onions either. They give you bad breath." She said and I nodded with 
a sigh before looking back up at the waitress.
"We'll take a large meat lover's with bell peppers and mushrooms, and 
our finicky eater will have a small..." I said and looked at Steven.
"Make that a medium pepperoni lover's." He said and I nodded at the 
waitress.
"What?" He asked at my look. "I can eat a medium by myself easy."
"I believe you too, but did you forget that I'm poor too? I won't be 
able to afford any games for myself now."
"I'll pay for them." He said. "You got dinner, I'll get the games."
"How about a movie instead?" Amy suggested.
The theater was right across the parking lot, and I hadn't been out to 
the movies in a long time. I nodded and Amy smiled at me before she 
squeezed my hand gently under the table.
"Ok, I can pay for you, but Roland's going to have to cover Amy." Steven 
said and his little brother nodded.
"Not a problem. I still get cheap seats, remember?" He said and I nodded 
with a tiny grin.
We finished eating and went to see a kid's movie, Ice Age. It was really 
good. I was surprised by it, because it had no musical numbers or overly 
cute mascots. The main characters were great, and I even cried a little 
when Diego fell. Yeah, I knew he wasn't dead, but it was still a pretty 
sad scene. Steven and Roland sat two rows ahead of us, and Roland kept 
turning around to smile at me at Amy. He'd wave before turning back 
around. When the movie ended, Steven and Roland had just enough money 
for us to each play one round of Area fifty one, and I impressed them 
with my near perfect accuracy scores. That lasted until the third level, 
when my arm cramped. My accuracy went though the floor to fifty eight 
percent, and Roland called me a wuss when I told him my arms hurt. I 
lost the game right after the fourth round began, and Roland put his 
money in next.
"Let me show you how a real man shoots." He proclaimed and I resisted 
the urge to tease him when he died a minute into level one with an 
accuracy of thirty five.
"Let me show you how a girl plays." Amy said and dropped her quarters in.
She looked pleadingly at Steven who put his quarters in as well before 
she picked up the other gun and hit both start buttons with the barrels 
of her guns.
God like. That's how I'd describe her accuracy. She could hit anything 
she aimed at, and even with the number of enemies doubled, she had no 
problems wiping them out. Each round put her at a hundred percent 
accuracy, and then  she beat the game. I've never done it, not even with 
continues. She let Steven take over at the beginning of the first round, 
and the enemies came at him twice as fast. It didn't matter. He was just 
as good as her, and I felt like a complete loser with my paltry ninety 
eight percent. When he beat the game. He let the enemies kill him and he 
handed one gun to Amy. They both fired off their initials and stepped 
back to look at Roland and me.
"Kind of makes you feel sort of insignificant doesn't it?" Roland 
observed in a badly clipped english accent.
"You guys like Monty Python?" I asked and Roland giggled and nodded.
"Well, they're a little funny sometimes." Amy conceded.
I shook my head and laughed.
"I though only my parent were crazy enough to let me watch that." I said 
and Steven smirked.
"Come on Joel, you know our parents now. Be honest. Are they the type of 
people to deny their kids the joys of sick British comedy?" He asked and 
I chuckled.
We walked home and talked about the movie. Amy put her hand in mine and 
the boy walked ahead of us, tossing comments back about how cool the 
little squirrel rat had been. We laughed about the UFO joke and the 
evolution scene, even though we had to explain it to Roland twice before 
he got it. Apparently, he hadn't gotten to evolution in class yet.
We got to their apartment and the boy went inside without saying so much 
as a good bye. Amy looked at me and smile softly.
"I had a very nice time." She said and I nodded.
"I did too. Maybe we can do it again next  week when I get my check. 
We'll have more money for games then, since the guys will have gotten 
paid for their work all week."
"Yeah," She agreed, her expression expectant.
Then it hit me. This was a date, and she was waiting for her kiss. I 
leaned down and considered how to proceed. Testing the water, I put a 
soft peck on her lips and drew away just a little, feeling her 
disappointed sigh. I leaned in and kissed again her parting my lips. Her 
tongue met mine and she wrapped her arm around my neck. I knelt and 
wrapped my arms around her, letting my hands caress her skin.
"All right Joel!" Mark called from behind me and I jumped at the sound, 
bumping my forehead into hers.
"Daddy!" Amy cried and his look became apologetic.
"Oh hey, I didn't mean to spoil the mood. I just-" He said and stopped 
when she ran inside.
"Crap." He said and sighed at his wife as she walked inside.
"I'll smooth it over." Judith assured him and he nodded.
Mark grinned at me until her saw how nervous I was.
"Walk with me for a minute." He said in a gentle tone.
We went through the complex and across the street to look at the river. 
I was beautiful at night, with the lights of the city reflecting of it 
black surface. I hardly noticed it tonight, but Mark looked at it for a 
while.
"Joel, do you know how old I am?"
"No." I said, felling stupid when I realized it was probably a 
rhetorical question.
"I'm forty. I'll be forty one next week. Judith is thirty one. I met her 
when she was twelve, and we had Steven when she was seventeen, right 
before we got married."
He looked at me. I know you like Amy, and she definitely likes you. The 
funny thing is that we expected you to jump her the first night we left 
her with you, but you're a rare breed. We used to call guys like you 
gentlemen. Don't deny that. So what if you find my daughter attractive 
at her age? You still treat her with more respect than we sometimes do, 
and she likes that."
"But she isn't sexually active, is she?" I asked and he shook his head.
"No. I was tempted to play around with her, but I love Judith and I 
didn't want to screw that up. I know what it means to make her cry 
because I won't do anything with her though. She wanted me to, asked me 
if I didn't love her and all of that, but I still turned her down. See, 
she is ready to grow up Joel, and she's looking for something better 
than a stupid boy who will do it wrong and hurt her. You could be that 
person. You could help her grow up, and I want you to know that Judith 
and I both want you to fill that role."
I shook my head at this.
"Mark, all the good intentions in the family aside, I would rather wait 
until she's a little older. I started having sex a little too early, and 
it hurt me emotionally when they all ended up leaving me. I can't do 
that to her." I said and he smiled softly.
"And this is why we call you a saint, Joel. Can you admit, at least to 
me that you do feel just a little love for her now?"
"I do." I whispered.
"Then let things go where they will. I'm happy that you won't ravish her 
the first chance you get, but if she asks you to do it, what harm could 
there be?" He asked in a soothing voice.
"I don't know." I admitted and Mark nodded.
"Think it over tonight, Joel. She loves you." He said and patted my 
shoulder before walking away.
I spent hours looking at the water. It's why I still lived in this 
apartment complex, no matter how many times I had heard gunshots in my 
hallway. This river, with its soft sounds and gentle reflections. I had 
often sat out here, praying to God that someone would find me here and 
they could sit with me and admire the river. Tonight, I wondered if Amy 
was the girl that God had sent. I had my answer a moment later. Hearing 
a crunch of dry grass, I turned to find Amy walking slowly toward me. 
She had changed into jeans and a sweatshirt
"My I sit out here with you?" She asked in a soft voice and I nodded.
We watched the water together for a little while before she leaned 
against my shoulder and yawned.
"Ready to go home?" I asked and she looked up at me.
"Can I spend the night with you?" She said and I looked at her for a 
long time before I nodded.
We went back to my apartment and I saw that it was nearly four in the 
morning. We stayed out there for most of the night. I went to my room 
and kicked off my slacks. I began to unbutton my shirt, stopping when 
Amy walked in. She tugged her jeans off and got into bed, laying on her 
elbows while she watched me. I finished taking of my shirt and got into 
bed beside Amy, who laid against me and kissed my chest with a soft peck.
"Good night Joel." She said softly.
"Good night Amy." I said and looked down at her as she closed her eyes.
The most beautiful girl I could imagine was sleeping with me. I listened 
to her breathing before I turned out the bedside lamp, the room falling 
into darkness. Minute later, I drifted into dreams of living with Amy 
forever.

***

I awoke to find myself in a rather awkward position. Amy had hooked one 
leg over my groin, and the pressure of her leg, combined with my full 
bladder gave me a rather painful hardon. I tried to get out of bed 
without waking her, but she yawned and looked right at my crotch as I 
got up. I went to the restroom to pee and sighed with relief as soon as 
I was soft enough to get a stream going. Then my stream stopped when I 
was Amy watching me from the door.
"You not afraid of me still, are you?" she asked and I shrugged.
"I haven't had any girls watch me pee. That would make me a little 
nervous no matter how old your were." I said and finally managed to get 
the flow going again. Finally finished and was about to leave when she 
grabbed my wrist.
"Wait." She said and went to the toilet. For just an instant, I caught a 
glimpse of her pussy before she sat down.
I understood then that in her own way, Amy was showing me how much she 
trusted me, and how much she wanted me to trust her. She wiped herself 
and stood blushing a little as she turned towards me before slowly 
pulling up her panties.
She walked up to me and hugged my chest. She looked up at me and smiled.
"I love you." She said in a gentle voice.
I felt hollow suddenly, and yet I was suddenly quite aware of my heart 
beating like a drum in my chest.
"I love you too." I said and knelt down to kiss her.
We went to the kitchen and had breakfast, pancakes and sausage which she 
did most of the work on. I would have helped, but my attention kept 
falling to her legs. They were perfectly shaped, and she had already 
developed her hips a little. Her butt was what kept making it hard to 
remember that I supposed to be cooking breakfast for her. Her cheeks 
hung just a little out of her panties, and I kept getting the urge to 
kiss the skin where her thigh and butt cheek met. I pushed it aside and 
helped her set the table, and we ate while smiling at each other.
Our bliss was interrupted by a knock at the door. Steven grinned at me 
and walked in carrying a bowl of fruit salad.
"Mom doesn't have any room in the fridge for- He stopped when he saw Amy 
and grinned at her.
"Okay, I came at a bad time. I'll leave this with you then." He said and 
handed me the bowl before leaving quickly.
I laughed a little at this and put the salad away before I went back to 
the table.
"What do you usually do on Sunday mornings?" Amy asked and I shrugged.
"Watch cartoons and drink orange juice until my kidneys hurt. That's 
pretty much what I do every morning actually."
"Then this morning will be the first morning we do it together." She 
said and I smiled.
We washed the dished together and went to the couch. I laid down against 
the back of it, lying on my side. Amy laid down in front of me, her butt 
pressed against my dick lightly. I put my arms around her and laid my 
head on the arm of the couch.
We spent an hour just giggling at goofy things on TV, before there was 
another knock at the door. This time, it was Judith, and she had a jello 
mold that needed to be stored.
"Judith, I think you're mistaking our barbeque for thanksgiving."
"Well so what if I am? The boys are both excited about seeing the 
pay-per-view, since it's the first one they've ever seen, and Mark is 
tickled that there's someone in the neighborhood who wants to act like a 
genuine neighbor." She said and waved to her daughter.
She smiled at me.
"And besides that, I'm happy that my little girl has a nice man like 
you, so I'm celebrating on what will be my first official day off sine I 
started my little business." She said firmly with a nod before she 
kissed my cheek and left, shutting the door behind her.
"We'd better get dressed before the whole family comes over." I said and 
she nodded and giggled.
"That should be the next trip in about an hour from now." She remarked 
and I chuckled before we went to my room to dress.

***

The pay-per-view was great, and I'd have a hard time saying who shouted 
louder during the show. Even Amy and Judith got vocal about the matches, 
and at one point during the main event we were all clamoring so loudly 
that my upstairs neighbor banged his floor for quiet. We laughed at 
that, but we kept it down until the final pin as The Rock became the six 
time world heavyweight champion. Again my neighbors banged, but Roland 
jumped up and shouted
"You keep on knockin' but you can't come in.!"
This sent us into squeals of laughter, and we ended the night by playing 
a round of trivial pursuit. The only person who struggled was Roland, 
and he only had problems with world history. When we put the game away 
after Steven won, I looked at Mark.
"You've got some really smart kids here." I said and he grinned.
"Blame Judith for that. She insists that they do their homework."
"Yeah," Steven said and snorted. "She got me out of bed one time at five 
in the morning because I hadn't done my english and math assignments."
"That's good." I said. "I messed around sometimes in school, but I knew 
why I had to learn. The real world eats dummies for breakfast. It's not 
any easier on smart people, but it at least has to suck on us for a 
little while before it breaks our shell." I said and Mark chuckled.
"Yeah, the real world can suck on me all right." He announced and laughed.
Judith gathered up her dishes and deposited them in Steven's arms.
"Amy, what are you up to this evening?" She asked.
"I'm going home for a change of clothes." She said and her mother nodded 
before handing her two folding chairs.
"Good. You can carry these home then." She walked up to me and kissed my 
cheek.
"I had a wonderful evening Joel. You may end up convincing me to take 
Sundays off."
"Why not? God does." I said and she laughed and nodded.
"Well, I just remembered how much fun I have with my kids. I don't know 
how I could have forgotten it, but thank goodness you reminded me. I 
might have missed out on some important thing if you hadn't."
"I didn't do anything really." I said and she laughed.
"Would you stop that? You do so much and shrug it off like everyone acts 
like you. You are a saint in my book, because you won't admit it. Saints 
can't have pride. I know that from my days as a Roman Catholic, and you 
just need to get stigmata before you could be inducted."
"Well you'll pardon me if I hope that doesn't happen." I said and 
grinned and she kissed my cheek again.
"Good night Joel."
"Good night Judith."
And then they were gone. It felt weird to be around so many friends 
after not talking to anyone for so long. Somewhere along the road, I'd 
forgotten why I liked all kinds of people, and it just took a little 
reminder like... I laughed then, because it occurred to me that I didn't 
know their last name. In a way it was like I was part of their family, 
so we never used our last names. I sat down on the couch and smiled at 
the thought for several minutes before Amy opened the door. She dropped 
her clothes on the couch and sat down beside me.
"You didn't knock." I said and she nodded.
"I'm kind of living here now, so I figured you wouldn't mind."
"Oh, I don't mind, but I wish I'd known I was getting a roommate." I 
said and she shook her head.
"You're not getting a roommate, you're getting a girlfriend." She stated 
and I laughed softly.
"That's not bad either." I said and kissed her.
We laid down on the couch and I softly kissed her neck. Amy sighed and 
ran her hands over my ribs lightly while I pecked her throat with my 
lips. My hands went to her bottom and gently kneaded her cheeks. She 
pushed her hips against mine and she gasped when I rubbed myself against 
her.
We kissed again and Amy moaned as my fingers ran over the small of her 
back. I rolled on top of her and pressed my dick against her mound, 
stimulating both of us through the fabric of our jeans. We both began to 
pant a little, and I kissed her over and over while we ran our hands 
over each other. I could sense that I was going too fast and sat up, 
brining Amy up with me. Slowly, I took off her jeans and kissed her 
stomach, sending a shiver through her. I took hold of the waist band of 
her panties and looked into her eyes. Amy nodded and I slid them down, 
looking at her pussy for the first time. She had the tiniest patch of 
downy hair over her mound, and I kissed the hair softly, letting my 
tongue lap at it once before she giggled.
  I took off her shirt next, admiring her little puffy nipples. She 
indeed had freckled on her chest, and I kissed one just over her nipple 
before I licked the little hard bump.
I got undressed, leaving only my underwear on. I had her sit on my lap 
and I kissed her chest softly while my hand slid down over her pussy. 
Amy moaned with the soft probing of my fingers. I traced her outer lips 
with the tips of my fingers, letting them sink in only at the top and 
bottom to press against her clitoris and entrance. I parted her outer 
lips with my index and ring finger, laying my middle finger between her 
inner labia. The tip of my finger pushed against her hole, and I slid my 
hand back and forth, rubbing her clit and entrance at the same time 
With every pass of my finger, she got wetter and her breathing became 
shallower. She was panting steadily when I lowered her onto the couch 
and knelt on the floor. I softly licked her pussy, tasting her for the 
first time and she quivered, her voice coming out as a sort of purr. Amy 
pushed her hips up into my face and I pointed my tongue, pushing it into 
her hole. She gasped and pulled at my hair gently, driving my tongue 
further insider her. I worked my the tip of my tongue around, exploring 
her with my mouth until I pressed the point of my tongue into her 
clitoris. I closed my mouth over it and suckled it while I flicked my 
tongue over her sensitive nub. With my left hand I began to pet her 
entrance, wetting my finger before I eased it into her tight canal. I 
got half of my finder inside when she hissed and I knew I'd found her hymen.
"Honey, I'm going to break your hymen, if you'll let me. It's easier if 
I do it with my finger, and I promise it won't hurt for very long, but 
it will hurt. I'll understand if you don't-"
"No, do it." She whimpered and I went back to kissing her clit before I 
pushed my finger quickly against her barrier.
Amy jolted, her legs clamping on my head for a moment and she groaned. 
It only lasted a second before her legs relaxed, and I licked her pussy 
from my finger to the top of her mound, using flat strokes of my tongue. 
Slowly, I pulled my finger out before pushing it into her again and 
moved my tongue back to her clit. Amy began to pant again, but she was 
keening softly, producing a whining sound that I'd never heard a girl 
make before.
"Does it still hurt?" I asked with concern.
"N-no. Don't stop." She panted and I went back to tonguing her pussy 
while my finger stroked her tunnel.
Amy's breathing stopped and she groaned with her first orgasm. Her 
fluids dripped over my finger, collecting in a small pool in my palm. I 
lapped my hand clean and slid my finger out of her before I sucked on 
her inner lips delicately. Amy moaned and put her hands over her pussy. 
I knew she was now overly sensitive from her first climax, and I 
playfully licked the inside of her thigh. My plans were far from over, 
and I waited for her breathing to return to normal.
"That was amazing." She whispered and sat up weakly.
"That was only the beginning." I assured her and took her hand, leading 
her to the bathroom.
I drew a bath for us and took off my underwear, sitting down in the tub. 
Amy sat down between my legs, and I took the body wash from beside me 
and dripped some over her chest. I lathered her chest and shoulders 
while I kissed her ear, licking behind them to get a shudder from her.
"It tickles." She whimpered and giggled .
"Do you want me to stop then?" I whispered.
"I didn't say that." She said and smiled as she looked up at me.
"I love you Amy." I whispered in her ear and she sighed.
"I love you too Joel."
Nothing more was said as I bathed her clean. I dried her off gingerly 
and carried her to my bed, kissing her while I reached into my drawer 
for a condom. It was a few months old, from the last time I'd gone 
downtown and struck out again, but it wasn't so old that it had expired. 
I looked at Amy while I stoked myself. She had a nervous look, but when 
I held up the condom with a questioning glance she nodded. I opened it 
and rolled it over the head of my dick. I unrolled it to the base and 
put the head against her outer lips. I spent several minute just rubbing 
the head over her hole, lubing her lips with her own fluids.
"Ready?" I whispered and she nodded.
I pushed against her entrance, watching the outer lips sink in with the 
head. Slowly they parted, and Amy whimpered and bit her lip when the 
head sank into her tunnel. It entered her with a tiny popping sensation, 
and I stopped, gasping at how warm she was inside. I kissed her lips and 
leaned forward, letting my shaft sink into her inch by inch.
"Oh Jesus." She murmured and clutched the pillow under her head.
I had to stop when I got halfway inside her. Her pussy's spasms were 
bringing me close to coming, and I wanted to make this last. Once my 
orgasm had drifted back down to a safer distance, I pushed against her 
again. Amy shuddered, and her tunnel locked over the head of my dick, 
squeezing me part of the way back out. She mumbled and panted with her 
seconds climax, and I waited for her to relax before I pushed myself the 
rest of the way into her tunnel. I waited for a minute, kissing her and 
breathing in her air as it fluttered from her in little gasps. I started 
to shift my hips, pumping my shaft in her canal. With every thrust I 
felt myself get closer to coming, but I gritted my teeth and held out. 
The feeling of her little tunnel trembling against my cock was 
exquisite, and I wanted it to last forever. I could hold myself back no 
longer, and I spurted my load into the condom. I continued to stroke my 
self inside her, milking the last of my come from my pole. My last spurt 
lead to a third climax for her, and I yelped as her tunnel gripped my 
now softening dick, crushing it almost painfully inside her. I panted 
with my effort, and sighed when I was finally able to withdraw myself 
from her.
I got up on shaky legs and went to the bathroom, cleaning myself off a 
little before a went back to bed.
I laid down beside Amy, and she rested against me, her head laying on my 
chest. She looked up at me after several minutes.
"We just made love, didn't we?" She asked.
"Yes" I whispered and she smiled.
She rose up a little at kissed me tenderly.
"Good night my love." She whispered and settled down to sleep.
"Good night Amy. I love you." I said and she murmured contentedly.
I didn't stay awake for very long after that. I turned off the lamp and 
once again listened to her soft breathing. I offered a prayer to God 
that he would let me hear that sound every night for the rest of my life.

The End?

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