Perverts 'R' Us

The Motorway Children

By Des Rathgit ( M/b/g, M/F, pedo, oral, anal )

This story describes the escape of two children from an abusive home, and their rescue from a life of "living rough". It is total fantasy, and not to be confused with "The Railway Children" by Edit Nesbit. I doubt if that fine Victorian lady ever dreamed that the scenes depicted here could possibly happen. Hopefully, sensible people can't either. Some of the concepts described here may be inaccurate, but if so I claim artistic licence in the interests of the story. It starts slowly, but I hope the result is worth waiting for.

Midnight was approaching, I had concluded a meeting with a client and was driving along a motorway towards home, looking forward to the comfort of a warm bed, but regrettably unable to share it. My wife had recently succumbed to the Big C, and the loneliness was hard to bear. We were childless, so that I, a freelance accountant, was left at the age of 29 to carve out a new life somehow. I regretted the lack of offspring, but knew that such a situation meant that I did not have the sort of encumbrances that some other widowers suffer. It's an ill wind . . .

I pulled in at the service area, not willing to continue without getting myself a bite to eat. I parked in the appropriate parking area, which was almost empty, walked to the shop and bought a ready-made sandwich at a service area's usual exorbitant price. I reflected that my late wife would have made a comment like "Why pay all that when I can make you one for next to nothing?" She would have been right, but at the time I didn't care very much.

Returning to the car, I was about to unlock it when I saw a young boy, all by himself, scampering away from it. I was concerned that he may have let the air out of a tire or performed some other typically childish prank, but I looked more closely under the overhead lights and saw that he had only scrawled a rude comment in the dirt on the tailgate. I called to him and said "I'm not really one of those, you know!" and he smiled and came towards me.

"Do you live here?" I asked him.

"Sort of."

"What does that mean?"

"I sort of live in the rubbish storage place with my sister."

On further questioning I discovered that he (Neil) and his twin sister Susie had until the previous week been living in a foster home. Their mother was dead, killed in a drunken rage by their father, who was now serving a life sentence. Their lives had been quite normal until just after their sixth birthday two years ago, when suddenly everything changed for the worse. Neil said something about a debt-collector calling, after which their father had gone out, returning seriously drunk.

Their father had continued his drink-fuelled ways for over a year, and then he had a furious row with their mother, culminating in his taking a kitchen knife and killing her. After the truth had sunk in, he had left home in an attempt to escape the consequences of his actions. He was soon arrested, but the twins had been left to fend for themselves. Seven-year-olds are not very capable at surviving in today's society, and soon the child-protection authorities became involved.

Initially, Neil and Susie spent a few happy weeks in the home of a caring police woman, but then they were placed in a foster home in which the father, a pillar of the local church, was very domineering and the mother submissive. Although the foster father did not abuse them sexually, there are other kinds of abuse and he indulged in many of them. He caned them fiercely and regularly for doing many of the things that children usually do, generally described as "being naughty". His own slightly younger twins, David and Julia, appeared to escape the same fate for the same transgressions.

Six months after their arrival, David and Julia were examining the private parts of Neil and Susie in a four-way "doctors" game. The father caught them and kept Neil and Susie locked in their room for a week, eating only bread and cabbage, drinking only water and being allowed out only for hygiene reasons. He also caned them severely every day, saying that he had to beat the evil out of them. When eventually they were released from their imprisonment, they decided that enough was enough, and that escape was their only option. Surely life wouldn't be as painful elsewhere?

So here they were, a week later, and discovering that in some ways living rough was even worse. They knew that if they returned to the foster home the father would half-kill them, so that was not an option. As so many other adventuresome souls had discovered, they had landed between a rock and a hard place. They managed to subsist on the scraps that people threw in or at the bins, but hunger was a major problem. Toilet facilities existed at the service area, of course, but they had to be careful that the regular staff didn't notice how often the same faces were using them.

Recalling my recent loss, I felt that I had no option but to offer them a home, at least until more concrete arrangements could be made. So Neil fetched Susie from her hiding-place and I took them into the shop to buy some proper food. They were, of course, ravenous, but I made sure that they didn't eat too much after existing for so long almost on fresh air. Then we all got into the car and I drove home. On the way, I introduced myself, Andrew Stephens, and learned that their surname was Holt. I suggested that for the time being they should address me as "Uncle Andy".

It seemed to me that their erstwhile foster father was suffering from some mental problem or other and that the children were well rid of him. I thought that if I tried to remove them from him by legal means, he might deny any cruelty and accuse the two of lying. It was unfortunate that after more than a week there was little or no sign of the beatings he had given them. I could just make out a slight weal here and there, but they would be unlikely to hold up as evidence. Besides, any suggestion that I had examined their naked bodies without a doctor being present would have given the foster father ample ammunition for a charge of paedophilia. It appeared that his main reason for fostering was the payment he received from the local authority, but it was also possible that the people who had decided to place the children with him might be persuaded that he, being a serious churchgoer, was incapable of the cruelty which the children claimed to have suffered. It would also absolve them from a charge of crass stupidity by sending them there in the first place.

I decided that I would have to put the problem to a friendly lawyer and ask his advice. In the meantime I would keep quiet about the presence of the children at my home. I was fortunate in that my house was in a sparsely-populated area; there were no nosy neighbours to cause problems, and in any case my wife and I had always been somewhat reclusive, so that anyone seeing the children would naturally assume that they were my own.

I told them that they could live with me for as long as I could put up with them, that as long as they were here they would never suffer any more inhuman or corporal punishment, and if they behaved themselves reasonably I could probably "put up with them" for a long time. One immediate problem was that they both stank like polecats, having been living close to rubbish bins and being unable to wash properly. So on arrival at my home and before anything else, I ran the bath and almost threw them in. No serious objections; they felt much better as soon as they were in the water.

To make sure that all the accumulated grime was removed, I decided to do the washing personally. When it came to the pubic area I was a bit concerned about the current hysteria regarding paedophiles, so I suggested that they might prefer to wash those parts themselves. But neither was concerned that I would hurt them, and both asked me to complete the task myself. Neil was obviously more than happy that I was touching his penis, and when I pulled back the foreskin to wash his little helmet he proved his pleasure by sporting an erection. Susie noticed and giggled. "That's what happened when the four of us played doctor," she said. "Both boys' willies got stiff, and we all played with them until their Dad caught us." I smiled and recalled my own childhood, when such games were quite common. I told them that such actions were not only normal among children, but in my opinion were quite healthy in that they helped in learning the important facts of life.

My house had a spare bedroom with only a double bed, so I told the children that they would have to sleep together until I could provide something better. In fact, they were quite used to sleeping in the same bed; they had done so all their short lives apart from their time in the foster home. So I dried them, noting that they now smelled as sweet as any other kids, and put them to bed. I had no night-clothes for them of course, so it was birthday suits by default. Again, they had always slept like that, they told me, except at the foster home.

They were obviously uncertain as to what I would allow them to do, particularly in the light of their last punishment. I suspected that they enjoyed playing with each other's sex organs, and I said again that it was a normal part of childhood. As far as I was concerned, anything of that nature that wasn't the result of forced attentions was fully acceptable. I warned them that not everyone agreed with my opinion, and there would always be a child-protection officer somewhere who would try to force a different opinion on anyone who would listen. They should keep quiet about anything sexual that happened in my house, else they may be removed from my care.

I went out of the room for a quick pee, and when I returned I found the two on top of their bed, 69-fashion, examining and then licking each other's pubic area. I told them that they looked like lovers about to start sexual intercourse, and received a puzzled look from both. "What's that, Uncle Andy?" asked Neil.

"Sexual intercourse is the full name for what most people just describe as having sex, fucking, shagging, and many other names I can't think of at the moment."

They were both eager to know everything that happened during sex, so I said, "I'll describe it completely tomorrow, but now it's nearly two o'clock and time for sleep." I would have read them a story to settle them, but I had no children's books in the house. I told them that we would go to the library and borrow some. I put the children's clothes in the washing machine, then went to bed.

*

I was woken by Neil and Susie after what seemed like only a few minutes' sleep, but the clock told me that it was just after 10 in the morning. The sight of two naked little children, coupled with my usual morning tendency towards an erection, caused my penis to rise to its maximum. I wanted to stay in bed, but my bladder told me I couldn't, so I had to get out of bed and run to the toilet. Both youngsters saw what I had between my legs, and their looks were mainly of interest. When I returned, they were still there. My erection had half-subsided, but Nil's had intensified. I looked at it with interest of my own, and so did Susie.

"Yours is a lot bigger than mine," said Neil.

"Of course. I'm an adult and you're a child. Yours will grow when you start to become a man in a few years."

"Susie sucks mine sometimes," he announced. "It feels lovely when she does that."

I sat on the bed and looked carefully at both of them. "Have you seen a grown man's willy before?" I asked.

They looked slightly uncomfortable at my question, as if struggling with the thought of breaking a confidence. In the end, Neil came to a decision. "Our Dad used to play with our willies," he said. "And when he came home drunk he would try to put his willy in our bottoms. He couldn't because it was huge, much bigger than yours."

Thanks for nothing, I thought. No man likes to think that his penis is below average size, but by definition half of them must be just that. I wasn't too bothered, at six inches, but it sounded as though their father sported a big truncheon. I thought it wouldn't do him much good in his current abode - there would be plenty of nastier inmates who would treat him as a temporary woman.

Then I realised that the two kids must have made a promise to their Dad that they wouldn't tell anyone about their sexual adventures. I assumed that, although they didn't want to break a promise, their father's murder of their mother had released them from further obligation. It also assured me that they were good at keeping a secret.

I decided to start their sex education immediately. I explained the principle of conception, how the sperm arrives at the egg, and where eggs and sperm come from. I also told them the correct clinical names for their sex organs and then some of the more common names, such as cock, dick, cunt, snatch, etc.

"Does that mean I put my dick into Susie's snatch?" asked Neil.

"Well, what it actually means is that a man puts his dick into a woman's snatch, or more correctly puts his penis into her vagina, but children aren't expected to do those things. In any case, you'll probably find that your dick is too short to make much of an entrance."

Neil looked very disappointed, but wanted to try. I told him about certain restrictions regarding incest, and attempted to explain the reasons. They both looked slightly puzzled when I mentioned that it was the probable reason for the existence of the "village idiot" of earlier eras, and for the persistence of haemophilia in some seriously inbred royal families. I also thought that most of the information probably went way over their heads, but I hoped that some of it would stick.

Susie wanted to know if she would have eggs inside her like a hen's, so I had to explain that not all eggs were of the same size, and hers were microscopic. Neil wanted to know what sperm looked like, and if he could produce it. He expressed his disappointment when I told him that he wouldn't produce any for a few years, until he started growing hair around his genitals and his penis grew much larger. However, Susie already had inside her all the eggs she would ever produce. "It's not fair," said Neil. I pointed out that, fair or not, it was biological fact and that he had to accept it.

"Can you make sperm?" was Neil's next question.

"Of course," I replied, "All grown men can, unless they have a medical problem."

"Can I see your sperm?" was the rejoinder, which didn't surprise me at all.

I had to think carefully before replying. I didn't want to appear prudish, but I was aware of the possible consequences should either of the children speak out of turn. Susie must have sensed my indecision and the reason for it, because she reminded me that although their father had tried to bugger both of them, they had never blown the whistle, and they only told me because they considered me a prospective guardian.

I told them I would think about it, but now it was time for breakfast, shopping and a host of other things. Their clothes were dry, having been overnight in the washing machine with its tumble dryer, so we would go into the nearby town and get them some new clothes. Susie, being female, was delighted at the prospect, and even Neil seemed reasonably interested. I suspected that they hadn't had anything new for a long time.

We went shopping, visited the library, had our lunch at a restaurant, and finally returned home, where I collapsed exhausted into a chair. The two kids were not even breathing hard, and I reflected on the advancing problems of old age for a 29-year-old. They sat one on each knee and switched on the TV to watch the children's afternoon cartoons. Neil's position astride my thigh almost guaranteed him an erection, and it duly appeared. Susie noticed it and started giggling. She reached over and squeezed it, which caused a similar giggle from Neil. When I noticed, I decided to give it a squeeze myself, which delighted both of them. They glanced at each other with an unspoken signal that both understood, and they went upstairs without a word, leaving me wondering what was happening.

They didn't re-appear after several minutes, so I decided to go and check on them. They were in their bedroom, trousers and knickers removed and lying on the bed in the same 69 position that I had noticed the previous night (or rather, at two o'clock that morning). "I don't have any objection to what you're doing," I reminded them, "but if you would care to wait until after you've bathed this evening I'll show you some much more exciting things, things you've probably never thought of."

That tickled their interest, and they quickly replaced their lower garments and followed me downstairs.

After the evening meal, I sat them on my lap and read them a story from one of the library books. Although they were enjoying the story, I could tell that their minds were not wholly applied to it, and when I had finished they both jumped up and declared that it was bath-time. So that's the attraction, I thought. I knew then that I had a pair of potential junior sex-maniacs to deal with.

I asked them both to have a poo and to undress while I ran the bath for them. They both looked slightly bemused at my request, but I told them that all would be clear later. They used the upstairs and downstairs toilets to honour my request, then their clothes disappeared into the laundry basket. I put both children in the bath and began to wash them. I asked each in turn to bend over so that I could wash their bottoms properly after they had done their business, and they complied. When I told them I needed to wash inside their bottoms they were even more puzzled, but went along with my requirements. A probing finger received varying responses, but after completion they both looked quite happy.

Then I dried them and sent them into their bedroom while I emptied the bath, cleaned up and fetched a tube of KY jelly from the bathroom cabinet. In the bedroom, I decided that this time I would take an active part in the proceedings. Since they were both wearing their birthday suits, I changed into mine, and the three of us sat on their bed wearing nothing but happy smiles.

First and foremost, I showed Susie the best way to suck Neil's penis, with a practical demonstration that made him gasp. I showed her how to roll the tongue around the periphery of the helmet, then how to take the whole apparatus, scrotum included, into her mouth. I also pointed out that she would be unable to do that with an adult because of size incompatibility, but she might as well get used to providing the maximum amount of pleasure possible.

While giving the blow-job, I demonstrated to her the sensitivity of the anus, and also how to insert a KY-lubricated finger into the rectum to massage the prostate. Neil expressed enormous pleasure at this latter activity, and I told him that it would feel even better when his prostate was mature and producing seminal fluid.

"Ugh! Putting a finger in someone's bum is gross!" declared Susie.

"Not always," I said. "When you're enjoying sex foreplay like this, many of your inhibitions just disappear. Anyway, I've just cleaned out both your bottoms." I could see the sudden understanding on their faces as to the reason for my curious request prior to bathing, and my even stranger behaviour while washing them.

Both children noticed that while I had been sucking Neil's penis, my own had grown a considerable erection. Susie asked if she could touch it, and I enjoyed the delightful feeling that a young child's hand can produce. She then suggested that she might perform the indicated blow-job on me rather than on Neil, and life suddenly became much sweeter.

Her unschooled tongue produced some beautiful sensations, and Neil watched her closely. I mentioned that my bum wasn't as clean as theirs, so it would not be a good idea to insert a finger into me. Neil decided that he wanted to try giving me a blow-job, and my helmet was treated to the delight of a second eight-year-old mouth. I didn't want to terminate proceedings by ejaculating too soon, so I reluctantly called a halt to that particular lesson, bringing frowns to two junior faces.

Their disappointment was short-lived, however, when with the aid of a mirror I pointed out to both of them the important visible features of Susie's reproductive organs. Then I laid her down on her back and started to demonstrate cunnilingus on her. I traced my tongue from her vagina to her immature clitoris and back again, drawing noises of appreciation from her. I inserted my tongue into her vagina, savouring the sweet juices that had started to appear. Then my tongue moved down to her anus and I performed a similar action, resulting in a gasp from Susie. She was clearly enjoying every second of this.

"You see, Neil, that her bottom is as important a part of sexual enjoyment as the rest of her. That goes for you too. In fact, it's even more important for you, as you have a prostate to be massaged. You've already found out what a lovely feeling that is." I pointed out that a man's penis and a woman's vulva served the dual purpose of excretion and sexual pleasure, and that the same applied to their bottoms.

I continued by sucking Susie's immature clitoris and inserting a lubricated massaging finger in each of her holes. Her eyes closed, her breathing increased and she started shuddering as my massaging action increased. Neil was a little alarmed at that, thinking that I may have been hurting his much-loved twin sister, but I assured him that her shuddering was due to extreme pleasure rather than pain. I told him that if he did the same thing to her, she would love him for ever, even more than she already did. He smiled happily and returned to his sucking action on my penis.

It was time to conclude today's lesson, so I told them I would produce my semen and they could see what happened during ejaculation. I lay down on my back, Neil continued his sucking and I told him to rub his hand up and down my shaft. This he did, and just before ejaculation I withdrew from his mouth and let my semen shoot on to my stomach.

As I expected, they were both fascinated and I suggested that they have a taste of it. They both did, and both pronounced that it tasted quite nice. Susie decided to perform a cleaning action and licked some of it off my stomach. Neil, not to be outdone, completed the clean-up. I then told them that they had just indulged in the beginning of sex and that more would follow another day.

Then it was time for sleep, so I tucked them in and kissed them goodnight. Susie threw her arms round my neck and said that at last they could live with someone who loved them. Feeling happy that I had done something worthwhile, I switched off their light, dressed and went downstairs.

I spent the rest of the evening on the internet, attempting to find guidance regarding our particular situation, but drew a blank everywhere. I made a mental note to call my solicitor friend the next day, and with very tired eyes went to bed.

*

The next morning's lie-in was interrupted by a pair of excited children climbing into bed with me. I mused that I would have to get used to such disturbances, then tried to go back to sleep. That turned out to be a complete waste of effort, because I found that my morning erection was being fondled by two small hands. Then, before I could raise a protest they both threw back the duvet and adopted a 69 position, one each side of me, with their heads at my crotch and their crotches near my chest.

Susie's mouth clamped over my glans and she began sucking in earnest. Her tongue explored all round it, while Neil was licking my scrotum. I decided to give up any semblance of protest and enjoy the proceedings. I stroked Susie's clitoris with one hand, then fingered her vagina, making her wriggle with pleasure. With the other hand I masturbated Neil's two-inch penis. I told him to move his crotch towards my mouth, and I started sucking his little cock as Susie was sucking mine.

This all-round pleasure continued until I felt the familiar pre-ejaculation feeling, and warned Susie of what was about to happen. She ignored the warning and I soon found myself pumping semen into her throat. She completed the morning delight by licking off any remaining goo from the helmet of a rapidly diminishing weapon, then declared that she had enjoyed the first course of her breakfast. Neil decided that he would take his turn at the next opportunity.

A morning routine that was standard in most households followed. The children dressed in their new clothes and looked very proud, I threw on some undistinguished slacks and a sweater, then we all headed downstairs to eat and to start the new day. Fortunately, school holidays had just begun, so there was no need for concern about schooling at the moment.

I called my solicitor friend and explained the situation in detail (except, of course, the practical sex-education lessons). He advised me that there were ways of proving the foster-father's cruelty without resorting to physical examination, and he agreed that it would probably be fruitless anyway after so many days.

He concluded by saying that he would contact a close friend who was a member of a child welfare organisation specialising in such cases and informed me that child cruelty of this nature was much more widespread than I would have expected. He said that the adviser would need to talk to the children to form an opinion which would weigh heavily in any court case. I suggested that my recently-acquired status as a widower might be a disadvantage, but he said that as long as I could show that I was capable of looking after the children properly, their wishes would be given the strongest consideration. In his experienced opinion I had nothing to worry about.

After the call I gave the children the gist of the conversation; they were equally happy that they had finally landed on their feet after a traumatic year.

A few days later the weather turned very wet, so that there was no desire for any outdoor activity. I decided to take them to a local children's show, where they happily joined in the fun and games while I watched, as proud as any father of twins. The hostess was Christina, a lady I had known for a few years; we happened to have been born on the same day and had been my partner on several occasions at my local bridge club. She acknowledged me with a smile, and while an entertainer was showing the kids his dexterity with multi-coloured balloons, she and I chatted.

After two years' marriage, she had recently suffered a harrowing divorce action due to her husband being caught dealing drugs in a big way; he would be a guest of Her Majesty's prison service for several more years. Christina had been vilified by the lace-knickers brigade of a criminals' rights organisation, saying that her husband had been punished enough and her duty was to stand by him. She blew them a very loud raspberry and proceeded with the divorce, ignoring their protests in the local media. Letters in those newspapers had been almost totally on her side; members of the local population were not too keen on the purveyors of addiction and death to their children.

I then explained my situation regarding my late wife and the sudden acquisition of a pair of twins; she sympathised and was interested almost in the same breath. I commented that Mr. Holt and her ex-husband could perhaps be sharing the same sub-standard accommodation.

When the children returned after the entertainment, Tina was still with me and I made the introductions. She gave me a glowing reference and I invited her to join us for a meal, which she happily accepted, whereupon the children decided to address her as "Auntie Tina". For a few hours we became, to outward appearances at least, a standard English family as Tina joined us for a walk around the town, then it was time to exchange addresses and phone numbers and head to our separate homes.

Contrary to the usual behaviour expected of children, the approach of bath-time and bedtime caused excitement rather than gloom. They decided to empty their bowels without my requesting it, needed no encouragement to get into the bath, and of course insisted that I should wash them. Anticipating a further evening's entertainment, they wanted a similar wash to the previous evening, which I was happy to provide.

Then it was time for a continuation of their practical sex education. Fetching the KY, I reiterated my previous comment that the anus was an integral part of sexual enjoyment, and I laid them both on the bed, on their backs with their legs wide apart. I licked both nether regions for a few minutes, which caused immediate erections for both Neil and myself. I decided at that moment that I would take both anal cherries that evening.

I told Susie that I would start with Neil, so I laid him on his back, placed a pillow under his bottom, then lubricated his anus and my hands. In this position it was easy to access both his anus and his erect penis, so I inserted first one finger, then two and finally three in his rectum. He was experiencing a small degree of discomfort until I told him to try to push my fingers out the way they had come in. This caused an immediate relaxation of the anal sphincter and his discomfort eased considerably. Susie was watching intently, and I suggested that she start sucking his little dickie to give additional stimulation.

Having achieved a satisfactory opening to Neil's bowels, I removed my fingers, applied more KY and started to insert my penis. It slid in with very little effort on my part and almost no discomfort to Neil. In fact, he showed his pleasure by sighing heavily and his breathing rate increased. Susie redoubled her sucking efforts, which drove Neil almost to the point of orgasm, and when I started massaging the inner walls of his rectum with the flange of my penis he bucked severely and uttered animal-like noises. His anal sphincter began squeezing my penis, causing me so much pleasure that I could not avoid ejaculating, and I coated his bowel walls with several spurts of semen.

Susie noticed with obvious interest that his excitement was due to my pumping in and out of his bottom, and declared that she couldn't wait for me to give her the same treatment. I told her that although a woman could enjoy many orgasms during a session of intercourse, a man can only have one before he needs time to recover; she accepted this disappointment stoically. I suggested to Neil that he had better expel the semen in case it made a mess on the bed sheets, so he went to sit on the toilet, and while he was doing that I cleaned my weapon of any of his ordure that might remain. When we returned I decided to sit with them and read them a fairly long story to assist my recovery.

The two sat on either side of me and I put an arm around both of them. I rested the book on my lap and they took turns at turning the pages. As I was approaching the end of the story, Susie decided to be naughty and she slid her hand under the book to fondle my penis, which earned her a growl of disapproval, then a kiss to make up for it. But my penis took note of the intrusion and reacted by rising to the occasion; I knew that I was as ready as I would ever be for the next installment of practical sex instruction.

Depositing the book on the floor, I told Susie to kneel with her bottom high and her shoulders low so that I would have easy access to both her delightful little holes. I anointed her anus and my glans with a liberal coating of KY, remembering an adage that I had read somewhere: "too much is not enough". As with Neil, I gently inserted first one finger, then two, then three in her anus, exhorting her to bear down as if she were constipated. Any discomfort soon vanished, and she was ready for the big deal.

I replaced fingers with helmet and began pushing it into her bowels. When the helmet was fully inserted, I waited for her anal sphincter to get used to the stretching. She indicated her readiness by reaching behind me and pulling me towards her. Slowly the mutton dagger penetrated the most private part of her body to its full depth, and slowly she grew to appreciate the feeling. I told Neil to insert a finger into her vagina at the same as I was pumping in and out, and her pleasure increased by the second. Soon her anal sphincter performed similar contractions to those of Neil, and my own pleasure increased exponentially. Within seconds I was giving her the same dosage as I had given her that morning at the other end of her digestive tract.

Completely exhausted, I lay along her back and cuddled her lovely little body while her brother's finger continued its in-and-out action in her vagina. She was wriggling with pleasure, and I was licking the back of her neck to cause further arousal. She gave a huge shudder; Neil removed his hand just in time as she collapsed full length on the bed, causing my now softened penis to fall out of her anus.

As the three of us lay quietly resting, I fondled Neil's little cocklet and was rewarded with an erection. I motioned him to bring it to my mouth and I licked and sucked him gently while the three of us lay in a blissful twilight world. To conclude the evening's entertainment, I reminded Susie that she needed to get rid of all the semen which I had just deposited in her so as to avoid an uncomfortable mess on the sheets, and I washed the traces of her ordure from the organ which had given her so much pleasure.

While I was wondering what we were going to do for the rest of the evening, the phone rang. It was Tina, telling me how much she had enjoyed our day together, especially with the children whom she found delightful. This was an obvious invitation to further the relationship, and I was quite pleased with the thought. She was getting fed up with spending her evenings alone, and wondered if we might consider being lonely together one evening. The presence of the children in the house precluded any thought of going out (which I probably would have done had they not been there), so I suggested that she might like to come round to mine in about an hour, giving me time to bath and clear the mess which young children always seem to leave behind. "Just right," she said, "I'll be there." I told the children about it and they hurried to get dressed.

I had just managed to finish dressing myself when the doorbell rang. Neil answered the door and Tina appeared, receiving a hug from the two of them; I noticed that she was surprised and pleased at their open friendliness. She sat down with us in the lounge, and Neil sat on her lap, Susie on mine. Neil, with all the gentle finesse of a navvy's sledgehammer, asked Tina if we were going to get married. When Tina's laughter subsided, she explained that we had only just met as friends, and things like that couldn't be decided at short notice. Neil looked slightly abashed, but was consoled with a kiss from Tina. "Thank you for asking," she said with a wink. We all chatted for a while, then I decided that the children needed to go to bed because I had a surprise for them the next day. I explained to Tina that they had already bathed and were about to go to bed when she called, so I let them stay up for a while.

Tina looked concerned that she might have caused some disruption, but the children were adamant that they wanted her there, also that they wanted her to join me in putting them to bed. So we all went upstairs to their bedroom, and they were totally unabashed as they undressed in front of the two of us. They went off to clean their teeth, still unconcerned at their nakedness, then returned and jumped into bed. If Tina was embarrassed, she showed no sign of it. We kissed both children goodnight and went downstairs. As I was leaving the room and switching the light off, I heard one of them whisper loudly, "Do you think they will . . . ." I didn't need to hear the rest of the question.

Seated in the lounge, Tina said "I didn't know you had two children. I can't get over how adorable they are." I couldn't let that go without telling her the truth, and when I reached the part about their foster father's inhuman punishment, she was so angry that she almost wept. I agreed with her that he deserved to be locked up, but that he would probably escape with no sanction at all.

She said that as far as she knew, all children experimented by playing doctor; it was a normal part of growing up. And she said with a smile that they were both at their loveliest when dressed in the clothes in which they were born. Then I told her of our meeting, and she said with relief that they couldn't have been "caught" by a better man. "I can't fault your assessment of my character," I said and we both dissolved into laughter.

Then we moved to a more serious topic - the children's future. She was a primary-school teacher, so she was very concerned about their education. As luck would have it, their escape from hell had occurred just after the summer holidays had started, so they hadn't missed anything important educationally. I mentioned the name of my solicitor friend, Walter Green, and she knew him slightly. She undertook to have a quiet word with him, also with the child welfare adviser, whom she knew only by his solid reputation. She was intending to go through my harrowing narrative while taking notes, but I told her that Walter had already done that so she decided to rely on his notes. I said I would phone him in the morning to introduce her as another seriously concerned person.

All too soon it was time for her to leave. I did think of inviting her to stay for breakfast, but then decided that such an invitation might be unacceptable on our first day of meeting - there would be many more such days in the near future, I was sure. As she left, she gave me a quick and sisterly kiss on the cheek. Well, that was a good start, wasn't it?

*

As I was preparing to retire for the night, I looked in on the children, and was surprised to see an empty bed. I thought they might be hiding from me, so I decided to call their bluff and just leave them to their little joke. Then when I went to my own bed I saw two little heads on my pillow, both sound asleep. I didn't have the heart to wake them and send them to their own bed, so I just undressed and got into bed with them next to Neil, who murmured in his sleep and draped an arm across my middle.

I was soon asleep and dreaming of a beautiful naked girl sucking my cock. When I finally awoke next morning I discovered that the "beautiful girl" of my dreams was in fact Neil, who was determined to receive his share of semen for breakfast. I looked under the duvet and discovered that Susie was sucking Neil's cock at the same time. Such depravity, I thought. Then I recalled that I was the one who had started it all, albeit with a pair of very willing students. Neil continued his delicious sucking, and he was unsurprised that I soon delivered the liquid he was seeking. He smiled as my body continued jerking a few times because Susie was fingering my bum. I rolled over on my front and they took turns at licking my anus. This must be the path to heaven, I thought, or possibly to hell.

After they were both satisfied we all decided to get up and get dressed. The children remembered that I had dropped a hint about an outing today and wanted to know where. I told them that they would find out as soon as we had bought buckets and spades. Their joy at a seaside outing was unconfined, but they reminded me that they didn't have any swimsuits. No problem, I said, I'd rather they didn't wear any, but we'd better stop in town and buy some. So we collected towels and any other requirements we could think of, then set off in the car to the railway station in town via a shop that sold swimsuits.

I had just parked the car when Tina called me on my mobile phone and said she had a meeting planned with Walter Green the next day, and would I like to be present? I said that it would be sensible for me to attend, and I would bring the children as well. Then I told her where we were about to go, and Susie piped up, "Please come with us, Auntie Tina." Tina heard the comment and hesitated a little; I guessed that she was thinking it may be a little too early and things were in danger of moving too fast in our relationship. But then Neil added his voice to the request, and she asked me if I thought it would be wise. I had no doubt at all - her presence was requested and in no uncertain terms. I decided that we would collect her before shopping for costumes, so we drove to her house where she was ready by the time we arrived.

I invited Tina to supervise the children's purchase of swimsuits, then I paid for them and we left for the station. It turned out that a family of two adults and two or three children could travel for almost the same price as a single adult, so that Tina's presence, surprisingly, gave a saving in fares. "I hope you and your family enjoy yourselves by the sea, sir," said the booking office clerk politely. Being quite unused to this level of courtesy, we thanked him with a smile. The children were overjoyed at the prospect of their first ever rail journey.

The day at the seaside proved exciting for the children and relaxing for Tina and me. With a de rigeur knotted handkerchief on my head I looked like a picture of idiocy, and the other three agreed with chuckles all round. The kids built and destroyed sand-castles, we all ate several ice creams and we lunched on fish and chips. Walking hand-in-hand along the prom with buckets swinging we looked just like any normal family. Tina smiled at me and said she could get used to this sort of life, and I could only agree.

Then it was time to go home. The journey was uneventful and the children were subdued due to tiredness. Tina and I sat together, and she quietly held my hand. I lodged no objection, so that was our posture for the remainder of the journey home. I offered to return Tina to her home, but the children raised strong objections; they wanted her to put them to bed as in the previous evening. A raised eyebrow and a smile from Tina said it all; no spoken answer was required. When I suggested quietly to Tina that she might like to stay a little longer than an evening, her answer was to request a stop at her house to collect some overnight requisites. The children were disappointed when we drove to her home; they thought I was leaving her there. When she returned to the car with an overnight bag, they gave a little cheer. If she hadn't guessed before that her feet were firmly under the table, she knew now.

We arrived home with two knackered eight-year-olds. Although it was only just past 7 o'clock they needed their bedtime. Tina and I bathed them, Neil sporting his customary erection, to Tina's amusement. They knew instinctively that there would be no sexual activity that evening, and they were tired enough to be able to do without. When we put them to bed there was scarcely a murmur as goodnight cuddles and kisses were exchanged, and they were asleep within minutes.

Tina and I went downstairs and sat quietly together on the settee, discussing the day's events. We agreed that this kind of life was far and away the best possible for both of us; we weren't getting any younger (at 29!) and that life together would be far superior to life apart. Although we couldn't think of a commitment as firm as marriage just yet, our mutual companionship dictated that something closer would be more than welcome.

We knew that the children's approval was a cast-iron certainty, and we concluded the discussion by agreeing to think about any further strengthening of the relationship. Then it was time for bed. Neither of us were at all prudish; we decided to bathe together and just let nature take its course. We washed each other, particularly the parts that most interested each other. Tina's boobs were not very big, but each was a nice handful. She had been considering surgical enhancement, and was surprised when I declared that it might jeopardise our relationship. She didn't know whether or not I was serious and I didn't enlighten her, but she realised that I would be very unhappy at such disfigurement. I told her that I preferred all such things totally natural. I was glad she hadn't shaved or trimmed her pussy, but she didn't know that I already had total access to another naturally bald one.

I had no condoms - my late wife had been infertile due to her cancer - but Tina assured me that she was on the pill, so no precautions were required. When we got into bed, she asked me to be gentle, as she hadn't had any sex for the past year; her marriage had been falling apart for that long. I assured her that I had never been a cave-man type and that the most important part of sex for me was my partner's pleasure. I started by gently stroking her pubic hair while licking her nipples, then as her legs parted almost involuntarily my finger moved imperceptibly to her clitoris. She gave a little squeal as the erecting nubbin emerged from its protective hood and met my warm finger.

I continued to diddle her clitoris for several minutes while licking and then sucking her nipples; I could tell that her pleasure was slowly heading towards a climax. I didn't want to give her an orgasm so soon, so I moved my finger downwards to her vagina. There I encountered an increasing amount of natural lubrication, so I inserted the finger gently, followed by a second. I decided not to insert a third at that time, but slowly moved the two in and out, massaging the first inch or two of her vagina. Then my thumb found its way to her clitoris and her excitement grew again. Her back arched, her legs spread wide and she gasped loudly; she was experiencing her first orgasm for at least a year.

When the orgasm subsided, I rotated myself in the bed to a 69 position and started to apply my tongue to her clitoris, working my fingers in her vagina as before. This time she took hold of my penis and started licking, then sucking. With my other hand I tentatively stroked her anus, being prepared to abandon it if she indicated a dislike if anal contact. But her anus widened, inviting me to insert the finger, which I did. I inserted it to the first knuckle, but her pelvic floor muscles tightened, indicating that she wanted more. At this stage I had my tongue on her clitoris, two fingers in her vagina and one finger in her rectum; she was well on the way to another orgasm.

Her sucking action on my penis intensified and I needed to withdraw it to prevent my own climax, but she insisted and I didn't have the courage to withdraw further. I shot my semen into her willing mouth, she continued licking my helmet until my erection subsided totally. I continued with my own stimulation of her pudenda until she reached her orgasm, then we rested in that position for what seemed hours, but was probably only a few minutes.

We were startled by a little voice that asked "Were you having sex?" and there stood Neil and Susie, looking angelic in their birthday suits. I looked at Tina and she burst out laughing. My immediate fears disappeared; I couldn't have known whether or not she approved of children seeing adults "on the job". But she beckoned them towards us, and they happily climbed on to the bed. They were both intrigued at Tina's breasts and her hirsute pussy; I told them that Susie would grow both characteristics in a few years' time. She looked doubtfully at her own bald little snatch, as if trying to imagine a similar growth there.

"No, we weren't actually having sex, although we getting close to it before you two interrupted," said Tina. "How much do they know about the subject?" she asked me, and I was left in a quandary. I decided to be as open as I dared without admitting any penetration. I told her that we had touched and fully examined each other in the interests of education. By way of an answer she grasped Neil's penis, retracted the foreskin, massaged it to erection and then gave it a little suck. Then she leaned towards Susie, spread her legs and kissed and licked her little open snatch.

"I think we should let them watch us doing it, and then maybe join in later," she said, "I've never understood the notion that children should be protected from sex matters, and I fully support their involvement as long as they don't suffer any gratuitous pain." I assured her that sadism and associated evils had no place in either my thoughts or my home. However, I was unfortunately hors de combat, having just given Tina a semen supper. I suggested that since the bed was a super-king size with plenty of room for all four of us, that we should spend what was left of the night together. So Tina and I selected the outside of the bed, with Neil sleeping on Tina's side and Susie on mine. I guessed that Neil's penis had not seen the last of Tina's attentions, and I loved the thought; Susie's lovely little snatch would also be receiving more than its normal share of action. But on the way to sleep I reminded myself that she was still technically a virgin, and we would all have to discuss whether she wanted to remain that way. Sleep overcame me while I was deciding that there were definitely worse ways to live.

*

I was trying to understand why the rail compartment in which the four of us were travelling to the seaside was suddenly bouncing up and down when I realised that it was only a dream, and that Neil was in the throes of a blow-job from Tina. The sun was streaming through a crack in the curtains, and I decided that Susie, with one arm thrown over my stomach, should remain asleep until waking naturally. So I lay there quietly while waiting for Tina to return to a normal resting position. When her head rested on the pillow, she looked across at me with a questioning look. I reassured her with a smile, and she relaxed a little. I murmured that Neil could take as many blow-jobs as he was given, and that I hoped his penis tasted as nice to her as to me; that statement caused her to relax completely. Then I noticed the look on her face change to one of surprise, quickly followed by a smile of satisfaction. I looked under the duvet and saw that Neil was returning the compliment to her. He was between her legs and was playing with her pussy. I reached across and stroked her breast; that brought a further sigh of contentment.

I looked down at Susie and was rewarded with a lovely smile, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, sighed and closed her eyes again. I reached down and stroked her anus; "Mmm," she said and kissed my chest. I whispered to Tina that the card game of Happy Families could have been modelled on our current situation.

We dozed for another hour, then it was time to be up and about. Our meeting with Walter Green was scheduled for 11 o'clock and there was much to do by way of preparation. The most important requirement was for Tina and I to ensure that the children said nothing about our sexual adventures. They both declared that they were fully capable of keeping such a very important secret, and they knew that the result of any slip-up could mean prison for Tina and myself and a return to a foster home for them. Just the thought of such a fate was enough to chill the air for a few seconds. But then Tina reminded them that they were living in a family where love was the most important commodity, and she fully expected that they would grow up in a completely normal family atmosphere.

We arrived at Walter Green's office and were introduced to James Lindale, the adviser from the children's protection office. He looked questioningly at Walter, having previously understood that our instant family was without a mother, but Tina assured him that she was about to join the family and was looking forward to accepting all responsibilities of motherhood. At that, Neil smiled at her and slipped his hand in hers; Mr. Lindale noticed the action and smiled in turn.

Walter asked me if I objected to the meeting being recorded on video; I looked towards Tina, received her nod of assent and stated my agreement. I started by telling of the way in which I first met Neil at the motorway service area, then the children were asked to describe their life in the foster home in detail after being advised that their description may be shown to police and/or child protection authorities.

The interview began; all the adults smiled at Susie's description of "playing doctor", but then the smiles turned to frowns of anger when she described the punishment they received. The children confirmed that they had not been sexually abused, but they were frightened of the thought that they might be returned. When they had finished their story to date, Mr Lindale stated that he had already interviewed David and Julia, the foster father's two children, and that the two stories tallied as accurately as could be expected. Their father had protested that Neil and Susie were "children of the devil" and that his near-perfect family were well rid of them.

Mr Lindale made it clear to us that there would be no more foster children for that family, and expressed his satisfaction that Neil and Susie would be able to settle down as part of a normal family, which was not always the result in cases like this. He could see no possible objection to my being granted wardship of the children, and the meeting concluded after both Walter and Mr. Lindale had signed and sealed the recorded DVD in a special envelope which was then locked in the safe.

We decided to have a late lunch at a nearby restaurant and invited Walter to join us; he thanked me but regretted that his busy schedule wouldn't allow it.

*

When we finally returned home, Tina decided that she would have to go to her house and collect various items of her wardrobe, amongst other things. I knew that such delicacies were very important to a woman. Susie wanted to go with her and we both agreed. I suggested that I take her there and she would drive her own car to my (now our) house. Fortunately, the house had a double garage, although the space for the second car was partly filled with the sort of clutter that most families accumulate. Clearing it would be a job for immediate attention, so Neil and I set about it with relish. Most of the items could go in the loft, and those that couldn't would be transferred either to the garden shed or to the local household waste disposal facility. By the time Tina's car arrived there was a space in the garage for her to park, although she had to negotiate around a pile of rubbish to get there.

We went indoors for a well-earned rest. Neil took up his by-now favourite position on Tina's lap and Susie sat on mine. Tina and I discussed the future some more, and in the discussion it appeared more and more that we would get married before very long. Susie asked if we would be going on a honeymoon; she had heard that people did sex-things at such a time. That gave us a good laugh, and then Susie wondered if we would play with each other's bottoms like we were doing the previous night. Tina gave her a conspiratorial smile and suggested that she wait and see what happened this evening. Of course, neither child was happy to wait that long, but they decided to retire to their room, which surprised both of us.

After about half an hour of near-silence from upstairs, I was starting to be concerned that the children might be doing something they shouldn't. We decided to creep upstairs and check on them. When we opened their door we found them naked on the bed and lying in their favourite 69 position. Neil looked up and asked cheekily, "What took you so long?" I gave him a playful smack on the bottom, then noticed that his anus was quite wet. I realised that Susie had been licking it, and reflected that the children's taste-buds had matured considerably since moving in with me.

We adults both decided that this sort of fun should be enjoyed by all, so we both stripped off and the four of us transferred to the huge bed where we had all slept the previous night. Neil started by continuing his feasting on Tina's pussy while Susie enjoyed her favourite meal of my helmet. While this was going on, Tina stroked Susie's anus and received a murmur of approval. Neil noticed and said that he would like a finger in his bottom, so Tina reached for the KY, lubricated my finger and I obliged.

Tina then suggested that Neil might like something larger in his bottom. She squeezed a liberal dosage of KY on to his anus and more on to my glans. She directed my penis to his well-lubricated anus and told me that I might have difficulty obtaining an entrance. Then I confessed that I had already anointed the bowels of both children, and she smacked my bottom and collapsed with laughter when she realised that her grand plan had been pre-empted. I decided to forego that particular pleasure for the moment in favour of Tina's suggestion that perhaps it was time for a practical demonstration of sexual intercourse to the children.

We decided that for purposes of visibility Tina would be on top, astride me, so that the children could see from behind what was going on. So Tina suggested that Neil place my penis at her vagina and watch the proceedings from his vantage point. Neil did so, and when the connection was made he transferred his finger to her anus, bringing a sigh of satisfaction. Susie, in the meantime, decided to give her some clitoral pleasure and began manipulating it. Tina couldn't believe her luck; she was having her vagina fucked by an adult, her anus finger-buggered by a little boy and her clitoris stimulated by a little girl, and she was in seventh heaven. To compound the excitement, she leaned forward and I was able to suck a nipple. It wasn't long before she experienced a massive orgasm - her whole body shook and her vagina squeezed my invading penis, causing instant ejaculation. After Tina collapsed, the children sensed that the moment was over and lay quietly, one each side of us while my penis slowly softened and then slipped out of her vagina.

After a few delicious minutes of twilight, I commented that there were now only two cavities that my penis had not serviced: Tina's rectum and Susie's vagina. Tina smiled and declared that both omissions would soon be rectified. Then she became more serious and started wondering if we might perhaps be causing some psychological harm to the two children. She pointed out to Susie that a girl can only lose her virginity once, and she may prefer to wait and to give it to someone she really loved. At that, Susie remarked that there was already someone she really loved close at hand, and that took care of any further argument. I kissed both of them, reserving a long lingering kiss for Susie.

We all drifted off to sleep; when we awoke it was nearly tea-time. Tina donned a dressing gown and went downstairs to make us all a drink, which she brought up on a tray. Neil looked at my penis and suggested that there was food value for all of us there, which caused general laughter. Then he took hold of it, drew back the foreskin and started licking the helmet. To nobody's surprise, an erection immediately ensued, which Susie looked at hungrily.

After we had all finished our drinks, Tina decided that the time had come for Susie's entry into womanhood. Susie said that she had experienced and much enjoyed an invasion of her bowels, but Tina told her that the feeling of a hard penis pumping in her vagina was like no other, and had to be tried to be believed. She said that when we started I should lie down on my back so that Susie and I could use the same position as Tina and I had done a few hours previously. The main advantage of this was that Susie could control the rate of penetration while Tina kept a close eye on proceedings to ensure that Susie was not being physically damaged. Although this sounded a bit clinical, Tina assured Susie that she would enjoy a feeling that was out of this world.

Neil was wondering if he would be able to join in, but I assured him that he would never be left out. Thus when I lay on my back, ready to take Susie's virgin flower, I told Neil to lie on his stomach on top of me with his little pecker to my mouth so that I could pleasure both twins at the same time. I was aware that in fact Susie would almost be fucking me rather than the reverse, so I was able to devote at least half my attention to Neil. I retracted his foreskin prior to taking the whole assembly, nuts and all, into my mouth and commenced sucking. In the meantime Tina had applied lubricant to my glans and to the entrance of Susie's vagina; Susie lowered herself gently towards penetration with Tina anxiously supervising and holding my staff to place it accurately.

Then came contact, my helmet at heaven's gate and questing for admission. Slowly it gained entrance to that wonderful slippery sheath and continued to slide in. Neil was in pole position to watch the proceedings while having his little dick sucked. He could tell that Susie was experiencing pleasure and pain concurrently, and was amazed that the two senses could co-exist. Tina was also watching intently, but she knew well enough to leave alone unless Susie's pain became unbearable. My own pleasure was increasing, but due to my earlier donation of baby-juice my climax was considerably delayed. To heighten Neil's pleasure I took his cock out of my mouth and transferred my tongue to his anus. When I licked it he gave a little squeal of joy which increased as my tongue pushed further into his rectum.

My ramrod continued its slow progress towards Susie's cervix, and the look on her face was wondrous to behold. She made progress in very short steps of less than an inch; insertion was painful for her, but resting was pure bliss. At last the whole rod was in the beautiful sheath, her bottom was resting on my thighs and her clitoris on my pubic hair. There she halted for several minutes, allowing her vagina to get used to the new sensation of accommodating my penis. Neil reached forward and stroked her clitoris, giving her an extra charge of pleasure.

When she was finally able to move she started to rise, but her strength had left her temporarily. I asked Neil to get off me so that I could help her. I laid Susie down on the area of my stomach just vacated by Neil, then slowly rolled over until Susie was on her back and I was on top. Taking my weight on elbows and knees I slowly started to withdraw the instrument of her exquisite torture, then pushed it home again. She obviously enjoyed this, so I repeated the action and then started the usual pumping, slowly and with short strokes at first, then gradually increasing the speed and stroke length. Tina was now the one feeling a little left out, so she lubricated her finger and applied it to Susie's anus; this was rewarded with a little squeal of joy. This encouraged Tina to penetrate further and finally her whole forefinger was inserted. Neil completed the pleasuring of Susie by sucking on her nipple wile rubbing her clitoris, and Susie could not delay her orgasm any longer. Her eyes glazed over, her vagina started to squeeze my penis and her whole body started shaking.

The constriction of Susie's vagina on my penis was enough to initiate my own orgasm, and I fed her a considerable load of semen. I felt sure that if her internal sex organs had been mature she would have been well on the way to conception, such was the quantity that I produced. I collapsed on top of Susie; Tina decided to withdraw her finger from Susie's rectum and give me a loving kiss. It was obvious that she was overjoyed at Susie's pleasure. I looked at Neil and saw that he was equally pleased; he loved his sister very much and anything that made her happy was OK by him.

We all rested for a few minutes, then it was time to clean up. Fingers that had penetrated bottoms had to be washed, Susie's vagina needed attention to stop the semen leaking out at the wrong time; Tina solved that problem by inserting one of her tampons. The sight of a piece of string hanging out of Susie's little pre-pubescent snatch was comical, and even she laughed when she saw it. But Tina commented that although she could laugh now, it wouldn't be all that long before she would be needing a few of them per month for thirty years or more.

We decided that the required cleansing was best achieved by bathing. So Tina and I bathed Neil and Susie, dried them and then hopped in ourselves. Just before Tina sat down in the bath, Susie expressed her fascination with Tina's pubic hair by stroking and kissing it. That earned Susie a cuddle and a kiss from Tina.

Finally, we were all clean and tidy. The day was rolling on towards evening and we were all getting hungry. I decided that rather than make a meal, we would all troop off to McDonald's for a change; Tina was quite happy with that so long as it didn't happen too often. Having filled ourselves with burgers, chips and many other perhaps unhealthy things, we returned home to put the children to bed. After the day's exertions, bedtime preparation was quite easy. The children had a story, after which they were soon asleep.

*

We had been watching the TV news for a few minutes when Walter called and informed us that the wardship hearing would take place the next day so as to ensure that the children's welfare would not be compromised. He had heard unofficially that it was an open and shut case; they were living in a stable family situation despite the absence of a marriage licence. I would be installed as their legal guardian and if their father could be persuaded that it would be in their best interests, I could adopt them. Tina pointed out that adoption wasn't really of prime importance since they would be adults by the time their father was released from prison. In the meantime they could take my surname unofficially, and Tina wanted to take it officially to become Mrs Stephens. This was the first mention of her desire for marriage; I saw no objection. In the short time I had known her recently, I had decided that she was the one to share my life, and I was certain she would continue to be the ideal step-mother for the twins. I hoped also that not too much later she would also be the biological mother of our own children. I knew that we would both see to it that there would be no distinction between step- and natural children.

And so to bed, with the prospect of a very important tomorrow looming. Because I had already donated in the sexual arena twice that day, I begged her forgiveness for crying off a further performance. I was quite strong in that area, but there are limits and I had reached them. She laughed off her disappointment and promised that it would be even worse for me the following night.

*

At the hearing the next day I was indeed confirmed as the children's guardian. They asked what that meant, and Tina told them that it effectively meant that they were now my children in all legal terms, at least for the next ten years until they were adults. They both decided that they wanted to be called Neil and Susan Stephens, and they would in future call us Mummy and Daddy. This suited us both, and we celebrated by going to the entertainment centre where I had met Tina only a few days previously. Life, we decided, had many satisfactions if you knew where to find them.

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End of story. I make my usual disclaimer that everything above is totally fictitious. Any constructive feedback, positive or negative, will be welcomed and any destructive comments will receive the raspberry that they deserve before being flushed down the toilet as befits a load of carp (or use your own spelling).