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Family Ad Hoc
A Story by Varangian
Spring, 2007


Even though no other car was in view, I stopped at the traffic light,
more out of habit than respect for the law.  As I waited for the green
signal I noticed two children shivering in the rain outside a closed
supermarket.  They both carried small suitcases.  Sight of them struck a
chord: early in my 27 years I had missed a ride and got stranded
similarly.  Although it was dark and I was in an unsafe neighborhood,
their plight compelled me to pull the car over.  They were young girls.

"What's your problem?" I asked.  "Can I help?"

They regarded me in obvious fear.  The smaller took a step toward me but
hesitated, eyes huge.  Her teeth were chattering.

I got out and opened the back door invitingly.  A curious mixture of
resignation and hope settled on their faces.  First the short one then
the taller rushed past me and climbed into the back seat.  I slammed
their door and quickly got behind the wheel.

"Oh, it's so warm!" one of them breathed.

I turned around to survey them.  Because it was dark, I could not make
out their features, although I could tell they were about ten years old.

"Are you lost?" I asked.  "Do you want me to drive you home?"

I couldn't tell if the larger or smaller answered.  "We don't have a
home anymore.  Mom's in Iraq and Aunt Jenny went off with a guy."

"You were staying with your Aunt Jenny while your mom's in Iraq?"

"Yeah.  Aunt Jenny got evicted from the trailer park today then went off
with a guy.  She told us to go to the welfare people, but I don't know
about that."

I decided the girl who spoke was probably the elder of the two.

"Should I take you to the police?  They'll send you to the welfare
authorities."

"No cops!" the girl shouted.  "Then everybody will get in trouble."

"I'm hungry," another, younger voice complained.

"We need to call Mom's cell phone, mister," the elder said.  "I know the
number."

"Then I'll take you to my house.  You can make your call, while I fix
you something to eat."

"Are you going to hurt us?" asked the elder.

"I'm going to help you."

"I'll bet."


* * *


We entered the house through the back door, directly into the kitchen.
I switched on the light then turned to survey my guests.

"I'm Kelly," the taller girl said. "I'm almost twelve.  This is my
sister Cindy.  She just turned ten.  What's your name?"

"Sam Bowkin."

We stared at each other for a moment.  Kelly stood about five feet tall,
Cindy two or three inches shorter.  Both had fresh, pleasant faces and
light brown hair.

"Make your phone call," I said.  "I'll fix you some hash and eggs."

I soon heard muffled, excited talking coming from the hallway where the
phone was located.

Kelly stuck her head into the kitchen.  "Mom wants to talk with you."

"Mr. Bowkin," the distant voice said, "I'm Becky Antwerp.  Kelly says
she trusts you.  Could you please take care of them until I return?  I'm
getting an emergency leave and should be home in four or five days.  I
know this is asking a lot, but I don't have anyone else to turn to."

The situation was awkward for me, but I could manage babysitting for
four or five days.

"Don't worry," I said.  "I'll keep your kids safe.  You can check in
with them at any time."  I gave her my number.


* * *


A weather front passed through during the night, bringing with it the
warm temperatures more typical of June.

"Do you have a sprinkler, Sam?" Kelly asked at about 10 in the morning.
"We want to play in the water."

"Sure.  Go get your swim suits on and I'll set the sprinkler in the back
yard."

"We don't have swim suits, Sam," Kelly said before dashing up the
stairs.

No swim suits!  Scraggly unwashed hair.  Dirty finger nails.  These kids
needed some instruction in personal hygiene.

I had just finished setting up the sprinkler, when they bounded off the
back porch and came running into the yard.  Living in the country, I had
no neighbors in sight.

They were both clad in thin cotton panties.  Cindy wore a T-shirt.
Kelly had on some flimsy upper garment that left most of her chest and
stomach bare.  I found their legs to be stunning, especially the thighs.
I had never thought about little girl sexiness before.  A stirring in my
cock surprised me.

I went back inside to continue working in my study, unmindful of the
joyous squeals from the back yard.  Half an hour later I was in the
kitchen for some reason and looked out the back window to see the girls
standing away from the spray.

"If you're done," I called out the back door, "turn off the water."

"Can we have a blanket?" Kelly shouted as Cindy turned the water off.
"We want to lie in the sun."

I took a blanket to a dry, sunny spot.  They followed me, spread the
blanket and reclined upon it as I rolled up the hose.  I did the task
slowly, because I wanted to ogle the girls who lay with wrists over
their eyes in the glaring sun.

The water had turned their panties transparent.  I could see the
hairless pussies clearly.  Kelly's clit hood poked out slightly.  More
than that, her small tits were fully visible beneath the wet and skimpy
upper garment.  Cindy's red T-shirt hid her chest, but the wet fabric
clung tightly and I noticed small bumps in the appropriate places.
Again, their calves and thighs were stunning.

But their hair was grimy.  I hoped they didn't have lice.

"I'm going to wash your hair," I said.  "I'll be back in a minute."

I went inside and fetched a bottle of shampoo from the upstairs bathroom
then returned to the yard.  I started with Kelly.

"You're enjoying this," she said as I sudsed her wet hair.

"So what?" I responded.  "Your hair is greasy and filthy.  I'll buy you
brushes."

I scrubbed her head, after which I could not resist fondling her
shoulders, much like a barber.  She didn't flinch.

Then it was Cindy's turn.  From behind I could look down her T-shirt
that opened at the top as she leaned forward.  I washed her hair while
staring at beautiful swollen nubbins.  I caught Kelly staring at me with
a cynical expression on her young face.  I then rinsed them both with
the hose.

Some day in the not too distant future, I thought, lucky boys, unaware
of their good fortune, were going to fondle and fuck those gorgeous
bodies.  I felt jealous.


* * *


The next day I read in the paper that Spec. Becky Antwerp had been blown
up and killed on the highway to the Baghdad airport.


* * *


Kelly, Cindy and I attended the funeral, along with representatives of
three veteran's organizations.  Aunt Jenny was not to be found.  Also
present were two soldiers in crisp uniforms festooned with ribbons and a
stranger in civilian clothes.

Following the service the civilian approached the girls and asked them if 
they
were Kelly and Cindy Antwerp.  They dumbly nodded at the stranger.

Days earlier I had contacted a shady guy I knew who, at an exorbitant
cost, produced the necessary, forged documents that attested to my
parentage of the girls.

"I'm their father," I said to the man.  "May I help you?"

"Their father?" the man asked.  "There's no record that Becky Antwerp
was married."

"You may check the county recorder's office for your records," I said
tersely.  What is this about?"

"I'm Greg Fowler from the Veterans' Administration," he explained.
"We'd lost track of your daughters.  Perhaps you moved recently.  Your
daughters are the designated beneficiaries of Specialist Antwerp's death
benefit.  It amounts to $100,000."

"I see.  This is an important matter, Mr. Fowler.  Perhaps I should
explain.  Since Kelly's birth, Becky and I lived together unmarried
because my parents objected to her religion.  When Becky was posted to
Iraq, we decided to have a civil marriage just in case.  You can view
the documentation in the recorder's office."

Fowler promised to check everything out, and he wrote down my address
and phone number.


* * *


For the first time in six weeks I heard Kelly laugh and Cindy giggle.
They were recovering from their grief.

Kelly turned twelve in mid August, a couple of weeks before school
resumed.  We went out to a fine restaurant to celebrate.  The girls were
clad in spiffy summer outfits that I had purchased for them along with a
full new wardrobe.

"I know why you're doing this, Sam," Kelly told me when we found
ourselves alone for a moment.  "Cindy doesn't."

"You're referring to sex?" I asked.

"Yeah."

The girl did not frown or grimace.  She looked me straight in the eyes
with a composed expression on her pretty face.

"It's more than sex, Kelly, although that's part of it."

"I know."

"I won't pressure you," I said.  "You can say no and we'll live together
as a family."

"I won't say no.  I can guess it's important to you."

"But what about you, Kelly?  I have no intention of taking advantage of
you.  I don't want a sullen sex slave as my toy."

"I'm curious, Sam, even though you're a lot older guy than I ..."

"Than you wanted?"

She looked away.

I said, "You've been thinking a lot about this, haven't you?"

"Right from the beginning.  I know about guys and sex.  Aunt Jenny's boy
friend, uh, touched me a few times."

"Let's see how this turns our, darling, one way or the other.  You and
Cindy are my daughters now.  I'm committed."


* * *


I didn't seek to touch Kelly inappropriately.  I masturbated frequently.
The school year began and I joined the PTA.

One night, three weeks into the school year, Kelly came into my room
where I was reading in bed.  She was clad in a skimpy nightgown that
scarcely covered her upper thighs.  She was gorgeous!  Small tits pushed
forth.  The legs were magnificent.

"Cindy's asleep," she said.

"Do you want to talk?" I asked, putting my book aside.

Without answering, she climbed onto the bed to lie beside me.

"You've made up your mind?" I asked.

She nodded, working her head into the pillow.  "I know how important
this is for you, Sam, and you're all we've got."

"I'll admit I'd like to know you sexually, Kelly, but it isn't
necessary.  I'll love you no matter what."

"I want you to teach me, Sam.  I'm curious."

I pulled her to me for a kiss.  I had pecked the girls' cheeks and lips
before, but this kiss went far beyond those innocent busses.  We touched
tongues as my hand cupped a breast that did not fill my palm.  It was so
soft but not flabby.

"What do you know about sex?" I whispered in her ear.

"I know how babies are made.  I know it's supposed to be fun."

"You said you'd been touched before.  What was that like?"

"He did it three, no, four times.  He was always drunk.  He pushed his
fingers into me.  It really hurt, especially the first time."

"I'll never hurt you, darling," I whispered.  "I want you selfishly, but
I hope to give you pleasure."

"I hope so too."

She helped me pull off the nightie and lay back again.  Her body was
exquisite!  Small hairs curled at her labia and a few more silky strands
fanned above.  Small, brown knobs surmounted her pubescent tits.  But
her ample, yet firm thighs enflamed me most of all.  I stroked their
softness as we kissed again.

"We won't go all the way," I whispered.  "I don't want to get you
pregnant."

"But going all the way is what I wanted!"

"I'll get some condoms tomorrow, darling.  In a few months you'll start
your periods then I'll get birth control pills for you."

"But what about now?"

"You won't be disappointed.  I promise."

It was a promise that I was certain I could keep, because of an older
woman who befriended me when I was seventeen.  She taught me the art of
pleasuring a female with tongue and lips.  For the next ten years and a
dozen women I had been consistently successful.

I went down on young Kelly and soon achieved marvelous results.  She
bucked, groaned and cried out in orgasm.  Now totally aroused, I decided
to take a chance.

"I'll put myself into you," I told her, "but only for a moment."

Her breathing was still uneven in the aftermath of her ecstasy.  I
stripped down quickly.

"That won't fit!" she cried upon seeing my very long and fat cock.

"Trust me, darling," I said, rolling between her legs.

She stared up at me as I positioned my member.  Her mouth gaped and eyes
widened as I slowly penetrated her warm tightness, pressing in all the
way.  Apparently Aunt Jenny's boyfriend had opened her up.  Then I
pulled out.

"Please!" she cried.  "Do it some more!"

Instead I went down on her again to relieve her lustful urge.  Young
Kelly was a screamer.

Afterwards, holding her to me in a one-armed embrace I began to whack
off.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I need my own pleasure, darling, urgently."

"Can I help?"

"Will you suck on me?"

She hesitated a moment then positioned herself between my out-spread
legs.  After gripping my cock with both hands, she tentatively lowered
her head to lick my knob.

"Suck on it," I urged her.

She hesitated but finally fitted her lips around it and began to suck.
Like seventy percent of males, I was an oozer, not a shooter.  I did not
fear gagging the inexperienced girl.

It didn't take long.  The tingle in my cock head reached a point of no
return.

As I began to come, she recoiled, sputtering and spitting.  I finished
myself by hand.

"I didn't expect that," she said after wiping her lips with the back of
her hand.

"Let's sleep now, darling.  Let's sleep together."

I then turned off the lamp and we cuddled.


* * *


I awoke at dawn, discovered Kelly gone and found her in her own room
curled up on her side, still naked.  I gazed at her young beauty --
those fantastic legs and pubescent tits.  The memory of having sex with
the child did not weigh upon my conscience, although I had not
previously lusted after such a young girl.  I would buy condoms that
morning, and we would fuck more than once that day and evening.

I checked in on Cindy.  She slept clad just in panties with a thumb held
lightly in her mouth.  Her legs too were magnificent despite the young
age.  Her nipples were enlarged, already growing.  The slightly rotund
tummy was enticing.  What was I going to do with this child? I wondered.

I returned to my room, dressed and went down to the kitchen for my
morning routine of coffee and the daily paper.


* * *


Kelly and I fucked deliciously that evening after Cindy had fallen
asleep.  We came off marvelously, she first.  Afterwards the girl rolled
the sodden condom off my cock then sucked my knob dry.

"You like sex," I said.

"I love it!

"I can't have you going wild with boys."

"I won't, Sam.  I'll hang with you until you let me go."

"And go wild at sixteen?"

"Probably."

I stroked an exquisite, feminine thigh, shapely and soft, and sucked on
a pubescent tit.

"Do you want another go?" I asked.

"Let's first talk about Cindy."

"She's beautiful," I said.

"I know.  We're very close."

"How close?"

"Don't ask that!"

"She has such lovely legs," I said.

"She's only ten."

"I know that, but they're still sexy."

"Sam, ain't I enough for you?"

"You want to protect her from me?  What is this, Kelly?  I could give
her the same pleasure that I give to you."

"But she's a virgin!  You're too big!"

"She must know what you and I are doing together.  She may feel left
out."

"I told her, Sam.  I tell her everything."

"And?"

"She wants to see your dick.  She doesn't believe it's as big as I say."

"Then I'll show it to her."

"You want more than that, Sam!"

"I don't lust after her, Kelly, and I don't intend to lure her into sex.
But what if she wants to join us in the shower stall?  What if she wants
to watch us in bed together?"

"Yeah, Sam, that'll happen."  She suddenly grinned.  "It might be fun!"

"I'll wait until she's larger before I rip into her.  But, Kelly, there
are so many options short of that."

Kelly's pretty face became mischievous.

"Let's sleep together tonight, Sam, the three of us."


* * *


Cindy was willing -- eager in fact.

"I want to see how big you are," she told me after we gathered in my
room with its large bed.

Kelly seemed to be in control.  After all it was her idea.  I didn't
know what to expect, and I would do no more than use my hands and mouth
on Cindy's young body that lacked tits and hips.

Cindy sat on the side of the bed clad just in panties and watched me
undress.  Kelly got naked before me and climbed onto the mattress.

"You'll see," Kelly said to her sister, whom she embraced from behind.
"It's a monster!"

Cindy gasped when I revealed it fully erect and cried, "How does that
fit into you, Kelly?"

"It feels fantastic, but it'd hurt you.  Now take your panties off."

As I watched, Kelly pulled her sister fully onto the mattress and
removed her underpants with much wriggling and giggling.  The older girl
threw the garment off the bed.  I assumed the two girls normally played
naked with each other, but I didn't know the extent of it.  Cindy lay
back calmly, reached up a hand and caressed Kelly's breast.

"What are we going to do now, Daddy?" Cindy asked, looking up at me.

I wasn't at all sure.  Of the numerous options, I chose one.  "I'm going
to kiss you all over."

The girl squealed.

After climbing onto the bed I began an oral inspection of the pretty
girl's body from forehead to toes, which I sucked, producing squeals of
hilarious delight that quieted when I began to eat out her hairless
pussy.

She shortly emitted new sounds -- moans, sighs and groans.

"Oh, Daddy!" she eventually cried and bucked at my face.

I rose to lie half atop her.  "Did I do as well as Kelly?" I whispered.

She looked at me in surprise and a tinge of embarrassment colored her
cheeks.

"You do it differently," she whispered back.


* * *


We didn't fall asleep until late.  Cindy blew me, following Kelly's
instruction.  The girls showered together then made love to each other
as I watched the remarkably beautiful scene.  Finally Kelly and I fucked
with her on top.  Cindy observed with her head resting on my stomach.
As usual, Kelly came with an accompanying shriek of ecstasy, which set
off Cindy.

"Do it to me, Daddy!  Please!"

"I shall someday, darling.  Now let's go to sleep.

With the lights out I curled up on the edge of the mattress.  The girls
behind me whispered, giggled and pleasured each other as I finally dozed
off, a fully contented man.

I awoke after dawn and slid cautiously out of bed, not wanting to wake
the two naked beauties.  In the kitchen I put on a pot of coffee then
retrieved the newspaper from the front porch.  The headline stunned me.


*SOLDIER ALIVE!  WRONG ONE BURIED.*
At Walter Reed Medical Center a female soldier who had been critically
injured by a roadside bomb in Iraq woke from a coma that had lasted for
a number of months.  She identified herself as Spec. Becky Antwerp.


I dropped the paper on the table.  That was enough information to
threaten my future liberty.  I couldn't run away.  I had to tell the
girls.

First I called Walter Reed to confirm the report, identifying myself as
Becky's husband, which I legally was, according to my perfect forgery of
a wedding license and copy implanted into the county record.  It was
true.  She was alive and would be released in a couple of weeks.  The
person to whom I spoke congratulated me and said that God works in
mysterious ways.

I then went up to my bedroom, quietly shook Kelly awake and led the
groggy girl downstairs to the kitchen.

"There's wonderful news," I said with forced cheerfulness.

"Like what?"

I gave her the newspaper and pointed out the article.

Her mouth fell open as she read.  She began to bawl convulsively.  I
embraced her until she quieted.

"Go tell your sister," I said.


* * *


At the hospital I insisted that the girls go in to visit their mother.
I stayed in the corridor, resigned to spending years in prison for rape
and child abuse.  I would be deprived of liberty, but I'd retain
exquisite memories.

"Mom wants to talk to you, Sam," Kelly said.  She and Cindy stood at my
elbow.

I hunched my shoulders and entered the sickroom.  Their mother neither
smiled nor glared at me.

"We thought you were dead, Ms. Antwerp," I said at the side of her bed.

"Ms. Antwerp?  We should be on a first name basis, Sam, considering that
we're married, even though I can't recall the ceremony."

"I arranged that ...  I didn't know what else to do.  That way I could
keep the girls and not hand them over to foster care."

"Kelly has told me everything, Sam."

"Everything?"

"Yes.  I don't want to discuss certain things right now, but I should
assure you that because of my past experience as a young girl, my
opinion of such matters is radically different from the mainstream."

She was a well-spoken woman approaching thirty, and she was attractive
like her daughters, in a more grown up way of course.

"I have a nice house and good income," I said, hoping I was
understanding her correctly.

She barked a brief laugh.  "You don't have to bribe me, Sam, although
I've never had a pot to piss in.  The girls love you, and that's what
counts.  We're married, man!  How about a kiss for your wounded wife?"

END
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