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Warning!  This is an adult story.  It was written for adults on an adult
topic.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex acts.  These acts may
involve pre-teens having sex with adults.  If you object to this type of
material or if you are under the legal age to read such material in your
area, please leave now.  All others please continue and enjoy yourselves.

   This story is mine alone and I ask that you respect that.  I retain the
copyright but give permission for this story to be posted in any group or
web site so long as it is completely free and nobody profits from it.  I
also ask that my credits and intro remain a part of it when it is posted.

   The following story is a fantasy.  It never happened.  It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies.  No
real children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story. 
Please do not try this at home.

   Eggplant (Mf, inc, bro, sis) by Uncle Sky

   Chapter 08

   It is a real blessing to have parents like mine.  Dad had loaned me the
money for my new apartment and Mom started to make a list of the things I'd
need to start up my own place.  She made up a box with two sets of dishes,
cups, glasses and silverware.  Another box held sheets, pillowcases, towels
etc.

   I still ate at home for a couple of days but then Mom took me shopping.
I got all the household cleaning supplies and enough food for a week.  We
stopped at a thrift store and I got some pots and pans and a broom and mop
as well as a couple of odds and ends.

   I was all set and started my new schedule.  I slept at my own place and
went to school from there.  After school I stopped at my parents place and
saw Jen for a few minutes to see if she needed anything.  From there I went
to work.  At work I studied as time and work allowed and found I was able
to keep up with my school work just fine.

   The days passed and I took my final exams.  I was notified later that I
had passed afl my courses and ended up with an overall GPA of 3.8 which was
fine for my scholarship to continue the next year.

   Jen also passed all her courses and ended up with a GPA of 3.9 for the
year.  This placed her near the top of her class and allowed her to choose
the subjects she needed and wanted for her Senior year.

   With the end of classes for both Jen and me we now had more time to
spend with each other.  Since I worked evenings, I had days to do as I
wished.  I was able to get a little overtime and had very shortly paid Dad
back what I owed him.  I was on my own and doing well.

   Jen and I managed to spend some time together.  Mom and Dad were glad to
see we were still doing the things we always had in the past such as a
movie mow and then and a picnic or just an outing to the park.  That gave
us time to fool around a bit.  Jen came over to my place every other
weekend to help with cleaning (and loving).  There was very little cleaning
and a whole lot of loving.

   When it was time to start thinking about school again I made the
decision to sign up for a lighter load.  A few less classes would give me
more time for work and enjoyment.  If all went well I could take a bigger
load the next year.

   Jen was doing well and was ready for school to start.  Over the summer
she had turned 17 and after I helped teach her to drive, Dad got her a car.
It was small and didn't use much gas so she was able to pay for fuel and
minor repairs with the money she made from chores at home and cleaning at
my place.

   My schedule went back to pretty much what it was at the end of the
previous year.  Go to school, stop at the house to see Jen and help her
with her studies, to work where I was able to study and then home to bed.

   Jen was also back to he old schedule.  Mom was working graveyard and Dad
was keeping his schedule so he could be home for dinner and the rest of the
day.  That meant the Mom was there all day and was doing the cooking.  Dad
was there when Mom was at work so Jen was not alone most of the time.  At
17 the folks were not worried about leaving her alone once in a while.

   All was going well.

   Then came the end of our lives as we knew them.

   It happened on a Wednesday at just after noon.  I was at school as was
Jen.  Dad was at his station and Mom had been at home.  She apparently
decided to surprise dad with a special lunch.  She drove down to the
station and they were sitting in the office sharing their meal when the big
tanker truck came to deliver the gas.  No one paid much attention to gas
deliveries.  The driver would make the delivery and then drop off a
statement in the office when he was done.

   On this day the driver pulled in next to the underground tank filler
tubes and after opening the cover of the biggest tank he pulled the hose
out from the truck and started to put the nozzle in the open tank.  As the
nozzle touched the edge of the opening there was a spark.

   The explosion and following fire killed the driver, Mom and Dad and one
of the other attendants.  It took several hours to extinguish the fire and
when it was over there was very little left to identify any of the dead.

   I was in my Business class when a police officer entered the class and
went to the professor and spoke softly.  I knew the cop.  Harry was a
family friend.  After speaking to the professor he turned and signaled me
to follow him out of the class.  I knew right away it was something very
bad.  He informed me of the accident and that my folks were dead.  He told
me that the fire was still burning and would be for a while.  There was
nothing I could do.  He suggested that I go get Jen out of school and be
the one to tell her before she heard about it from someone else.  I thanked
Harry and went back to gather my things from the class.  I started to go up
to tell the professor but he shook his head and motioned for me to go
ahead.

   I don't remember the drive over to Jen's school.  When I got there I
checked in with the Principal.  He looked up Jen's schedule and went with
me to her class.  I stayed in the hall while he went in to get her.  She
came out carrying her books and things.  She took one look at me and
started crying.  She knew it had to be bad by the look on my face and the
fact she was taken out of class.  I told her what had happened and held her
while she sobbed at the loss of our parents.  The Principal softly said how
very sorry he was and told me to take her home.

   We left Jen's car at the school and drove home in mine.  When we got
home I had to help Jen into the house and then she just collapsed and
sobbed.  I picked her up and carried her to the sofa in the living room and
we just cuddled there and cried for a long time.

   Finally, Jen looked at me and asked, "What are we going to do?"

   I thought for a moment and realized I had no idea what needed to be done
or how to get it done.  Then I remembered Dad telling me that in case of
emergency I was to call Bob Tripp.  He was an old family friend and Dad's
lawyer.  I called his office and when I got him on the line I told him we
needed him right away but I didn't want to talk over the phone.  He could
tell I was upset and promised to be there in half an hour.  He actually
made it in twenty minutes.

   When Bob arrived I let him in and told him what little I knew from Harry
the cop.  He told me to relax there with Jen and he would take care of
everything.  He had the authority as our family lawyer to act on our
behalf.

   I left Jen weeping on the couch and went to the kitchen to get drinks. I
made coffee for Bob and then took some water in for Jen and I.  We just sat
and wept while Bob was in the kitchen making calls.  It was an hour or so
later that he came out and sat down to tell us what he had found out.

   "First of all let me say how very sorry I am about your parents.  The
police have confirmed that both were killed in the explosion.  Now that you
are twenty-one Jeff, you are in charge.  You will be responsible for Jen as
well since you are named in the will as her guardian.  I will do everything
I can for you.  I'll make all arrangements for your parents and see to it
that their accounts are all changed to your name so you can support both of
you.  You will have more than enough money once all the insurance policies
are paid but in the mean time I will advance you any funds you need.  If
you have any questions or if anyone contacts you about any of this just
call me.  Do not answer any questions or make any statements or sign
anything without me.  Okay?"

   "Great.  Thanks Bob."

   Shortly after that Bob's wife Bertha arrived.  She took Jen to her room
to clean up and take a nap.  Bob reminded me I had things to do as well. 
First I called Mr.  Baker.  I explained what had happened and told him I
would not be able to come in that evening.  He asked if I thought I'd be
working for him after I got things settled.  I thought for a moment and
then told him I honestly doubted it.  He told me not to worry about giving
notice.  He understood and would end my employment as of that day.  I could
pick up my final check any time.  After expressing his condolences he hung
up.

   Next I got Jen's car keys and went to her school.  I explained to the
Principal what was going on and that I thought Jen would need a few days to
get a hold of herself.  He agreed.  I explained that I was now twenty-one
and would be Jen's legal guardian.  He noted that in Jen's record so there
would be no problems in the future.  I mentioned Jen's friend Bettie and
asked if we could get her out of class for a moment to get her help.  He
checked her schedule and found she was in study hall so there was no
problem.  He called and had her sent to the office.  We then made
arrangements for her to pick up assignments and homework for Jen.  They had
the same classes so that would work.  She would also give Jen a copy of her
notes for each class.  I asked if she had a licence and she said yes so I
gave her the keys to Jen's car and asked if she would drive it to our house
after school.  She agreed.

   After leaving the school I went to my apartment and stopped at the
office.  I explained to the manager what had happened and told her I would
need to move back home to take care of my sister.  She very kindly agreed
to cancel my lease and refund my deposit.  I was surprised and thanked her.
I then went and got some of my things to take home.  I'd clean out the
apartment in a couple of days.

   Lastly, I stopped at the University and went to see my faculty advisor.
I again explained what had happened and told him I would be missing classes
for a few days.  He agreed that would be logical and I told him I'd have my
friends supply me with notes and any assignments.  With that settled I went
home.  On the way I called Chuck and told him what had happened and asked
him to keep me up to date with notes and any assignments.  I also asked him
to get Mary to do the same for the class we shared.  He readily agreed to
take care of it for me.  After he told me how sorry he was about my folks,
we hung up.

   I didn't realize how much time had gone by until I got home.  I found
Bettie had already dropped off Jen's car and some school work.  She had
spent a few minutes with Jen and then left.

   Bertha was making dinner and said it would be ready shortly.  She was
making enough to give us something left over for the next day too.  She
asked if I could handle breakfast and lunch as well as reheating dinner the
next day.  I told her I had been doing it for years and would not have a
problem.  I thanked her for all her help.  She insisted it was nothing and
told me to call her if I needed anything at all.

   Bob had already gone and shortly after showing me what was cooking,
Bertha went home too.  We were alone.  That was not unusual but now there
would be no phone call from Dad saying he would be late.  There would be no
Mom coming home later.  It really hit me that we were alone and would be
from now on.

   I went up and knocked on Jen's door.  After a slight pause, I heard a
weak, "come in".  I went in and saw Jen curled up on her bed.  Her eyes
were red and swollen.  She looked a mess.  I went over and pulled her up
into a hug.

   "What are we going to do, Jeff?"

   "Right now we are going down and eat the very nice dinner Bertha started
and I finished cooking.  Then we are going to get a good night's sleep."

   She started to argue but I just tugged her off the bed and started out
of her room.  She pulled back.

   "I'm not hungry.  I can't eat now."

   "Stop it right now, Jen.  First of all, you owe it to Bertha and me
after we went to the trouble of fixing the meal.  Secondly, you know how
Mom and Dad would have reacted to you missing a meal that was fixed for
you. Now get cleaned up and get down stairs for dinner before I put you
over my knee."

   I saw a very slight smile as she headed for the bathroom.  I went down
to serve dinner and she came down after just a few minutes.  We ate dinner
in silence and cleaned up together when we were done.  After that we
decided we were too tired for anything else and went to bed.

   We slept together in my bed but there was no fooling around.  Jen wore
her nightgown and I had on my shorts.  We just held each other and after a
short time drifted off to sleep.  It was not a sound sleep for either of
us. I woke several times to the sound of Jen sobbing.  I comforted her and
she went back to sleep.

   We slept a little late the next morning and then just cuddled for a
while before we got up and showered together.  Jen was in better control of
her emotions and we sat down after breakfast to discuss the future.  Before
we had much of a chance to talk, Bob arrived.

   "Good morning Jen, Jeff.  Are you feeling better this morning?"

   "Yes," I answered, "thank you for your help and please tell Bertha how
much we appreciate her help as well."

   "Good.  Now what if anything have you managed to get done?"

   "Well, I called my boss Mr.  Baker and when I explained what had
happened he agreed to my quitting without notice.  Then I went to my
apartment and talked to the manager.  She was very understanding and much
to my surprise agreed to cancel my lease and refund my deposit.  I also
arranged for both Jen and I to be out of school for a few days and get
notes and assignments from friends.  I think that's about it."

   "Good.  It sounds like you have things well in hand.  It is too soon for
me to do too much.  I need to wait for the Medical Examiner to sign the
death certificates.  As soon as he does that, I'll file the wills and get
your finances set up.  I've asked him to notify me when he can release your
folks and I'll have the funeral home pick them up.  I have already made
arrangements for what they wanted done and just need to wait to set dates.
I'll keep you informed as things progress.  In the mean time you two just
take a little time to grieve.  If you need anything at all, just call me
either at my office or at home."

   With that, he left.

   Over the next few days we had calls and visits from many of our and my
folks friends.  They all told us of how sorry they were and how they too
would miss our folks.  We had no family that we knew of.  Both Mom and Dad
were only children and so were their parents.  We never knew our
grand-parents and all were long gone.

   Jen and I spent a lot of time just holding each other at first then
slowly began to talk about what had happened and what we were going to do.
The main thing was that we were going to finish school.  Jen wanted to
continue on to University and I agreed.  I was sure we would have enough
money or she would get a scholarship.  She certainly had the grades.

   Saturday, Bob called.  He said that Mom and Dad were at the funeral home
and that he had arranged for the funeral to be the following Saturday. 
There was to be no wake or viewing as per our folks wishes and considering
the condition of their bodies.  Jen and I did go down later that day and
sat with our parents for a while.  It was hard for both of us but I tried
to stay strong for Jen.

   That night we made love for the first time since the accident.  It was
long and slow and more about sharing our love than about sex.

   Sunday morning we decided to go to church.  When we arrived we were
overwhelmed by the folks who had heard and wanted to tell us of their
sorrow at the news.  We received many condolences including from the
minister.  He mentioned that Bob had contacted him about the funeral and
said he would be pleased to officiate.  We thanked him.

   We had a light lunch after church and then Bob stopped by.  He gave us
copies of the death certificates and both wills.  He explained that
everything was left to both of us with me as trustee for Jen's share.  He
said that he would go to the bank in the morning and arrange for all
accounts, both personal and business, to be changed over to my name.  He
told us that Dad and Mom both had large insurance policies and that they
were double indemnity so would pay double because it was an accidental
death.  The final payment would be $1,000,000.  He also mentioned that he
would be investigating the accident and thought that it was likely that
there would be a large pay out from the oil company too.  He suggested we
sell the land the station was on, after the investigation was over.  We
agreed and he said he would handle it all.  I signed a Power of Attorney
giving him the ability to handle our affairs.

   Our house was fully paid for and there were no other outstanding debts
that needed attention.  I would handle the normal things that came along
like utilities, phone and so forth.

   We decided to return to school the next day.  Staying out any longer
would just make catching up that much harder.  We finished the homework our
friends had delivered and went to bed early.

   The week passed quickly and before we knew it Saturday and the funeral
were upon us.  We were surprised at the number of folks who showed up for
the funeral.  The time and place had been listed in the very nice obituary
that had run in the local paper.  It was a short but very nice ceremony
following which Bob and Bertha went to the cemetery with Jen and I.  Our
minister said a few words and Mom and Dad were laid to rest.  Bob took Jen
and I home and we spent the rest of the day crying and holding each other.

   The days and then weeks went by.  Jen and I were living much like
husband and wife but we kept up appearances so nobody knew.  Jen even made
a point of napping in her bed from time to time so it would look like she
was still using it.

   Bob checked in with us every few days to see if we were doing okay.  We
were.  Then after three months, Bob called and said he needed to see us in
his office.  He assured us it was nothing bad.  We made and appointment for
after school the next day.  When we arrived he took us into his conference
room and asked if we would like something to drink We accepted cokes and
sat down to hear what he had for us.

   "First there is the life insurance.  I had half the money deposited to
your account.  I'll explain about the other half in a moment.  Please sign
here and here." We both signed.

   "Next is the insurance from the business." Again we both signed where he
indicated.

   "Now comes the big part.  The investigation is complete.  They
discovered that the driver of the delivery truck had stopped for lunch and
had a couple of drinks.  He was not legally drunk but was impaired.  He
failed to take all the safety steps required and the truck discharged a
spark of static electricity to the lip of the underground tank, which
caused the explosion and fire.  I met with the company lawyers and we
settled on $10,000,000 pending your approval.  I think that is fair and if
you agree please sign this release." We were stunned but signed where he
indicated.

   "Okay.  The half of the life insurance and all of this settlement have
been placed in a trust account.  It should be invested and will bring in a
sizable income for many years.  You need to name a trustee to handle it for
you both equally.  Who would you like to name?"

   I glanced at Jen.  She smiled and nodded.  I replied, "Will you take
that on for us?"

   "I'd be happy to.  It will actually be my firm, so that there will be no
lapse in coverage should anything happen to me.  There will be a small fee
deducted from the trust each year.  Is that okay with you?"

   "That's fine.  Now what about the bill for all you've done getting this
settled?"

   He slid a bill over to us.  It showed the hours put in by members of his
firm and the charge for each.  It was a very small amount.

   "Bob, I don't see you listed here.  Why not?"

   "I didn't charge for myself, only the others in the firm."

   I slid the bill back over to him.  "That is not acceptable, Bob.  You
put in a lot of work and got us a lot of money and helped us in many ways
to get through everything after the accident.  You deserve your usual fee
and we will not accept this bill until you add your fee."

   He tried to argue but both Jen and I were adamant and he finally gave
in. He had his secretary make up a new invoice and gave it to me.  We
looked it over and agreed it was more than fair.  I wrote out a check on
the spot and handed it to him.  We both thanked him for everything and
left.
   End of chapter 08.

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