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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sam Knight Case Two 9/9 by Uncle Sky (Mg, gf, ped, cons,)
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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.

Sam Knight Case Two

Never Any Excuse Chapter 9 (Mg, Mf, fg, ped, cons)
    by Uncle Sky (Edited by R Hoisington)

When I arrived at Mother's the door was answered by Mary. She asked me to
come in and led me to the living room. I took a seat while she went to
tell Mother I was there. A few minutes later she returned to say that
Mother would be with me shortly. Then she turned and motioned to someone
just out of sight in the hall. One by one all the girls trooped out and
lined up in front of me. All except Ginger. They were all smiling but
looked a bit nervous. Once they were all lined up Mary stepped forward and
spoke.

"We all wanted to thank you, Sam, for all you did for us. You not only
rescued some of us but you saved all of us from abuse by those terrible
men. We asked Mother and Jennie and even Ginger what we could do to thank
you. They all said that the only thanks you would want was for us to say
thank you. So here we are to do that."

Having finished Mary stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek and said
thank you. She was followed by the next oldest who did the same thing. And
one by one, in age order, they each kissed my cheek and said thank you.
When they were done I found it hard to speak. My eyes were moist as I
looked at the group of happy little girls.

"You are quite welcome, ladies. And thank you for the nice kisses. I'm
glad you are all happy and safe."

They all giggled and left the room. It was planned, I guess, because
Mother entered as the girls left.

"Are you here to see me or Ginger, Sam?"

"I guess I better see Ginger."

"Well, then I guess you'll have to go to her room. She refuses to come
out even for you."

I got up and followed Mother to Ginger's room. She knocked lightly on the
door, and when there was no answer she opened it slightly and peeked in.

"Sam is here to see you, Ginger. I think you need to let him come in and
talk to you. It's only polite, and you owe him that."

There was silence for a minute, and then a small voice said, "Come in".

Mother stood aside, and I entered the small bedroom. Mother closed the
door and left us alone. I was shocked by what I saw. Ginger was sitting on
her bed wearing a dirty T-Shirt and nothing else I could see. It took me a
moment to realize it was one of mine she had taken for a nightshirt. She
looked terrible. She had lost weight, and her eyes were swollen and red.
She looked dirty, as if she had not bathed for weeks. All in all I thought
she looked worse than when I first saw her. I knew then that I had to do
something no matter how painful it might be for me.

I walked over and sat down next to her. She refused to look at me and
just sat there with her eyes downcast and her hands twisting together.

"I'm sorry, Ginger. I have treated you badly and failed to keep my
promise to you and to Cheryl. I said I would protect you and take care of
you, and instead I have ignored you. That was wrong, and I'm very sorry.
Can you forgive me?"

"It's my fault, not yours. If I hadn't run away you would never have had
any trouble, and Cheryl would still be with you. She died because of me,
and now you hate me and I understand that."

"You're wrong, Ginger. You did nothing bad to cause what happened. It was
George and his gang that were doing wrong and hurting you and the other
girls. If you had not let me help you, the others would still be there
being hurt. You wouldn't want that would you?"

"Nooo. But...."

"No buts, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong. I made some mistakes and
failed to protect you and Cheryl, but that was not your fault."

"But you hate me now. That's why you sent me away that night."

"No, it's not. I don't hate you. I love you. I was hurting, and I forgot
about anyone else's feelings. That was a mistake I made, not something you
did."

She had been crying quietly the whole time we talked, but now she looked
up at me with sad eyes looking for an answer.

"Do you really love me, Sam?"

"Yes, sweetheart, I do. Now can I have a hug?"

She threw herself at me and wrapped her arms around me in a big hug. I
just held her for a while. I thought she needed to be held more than
anything. It was hard for me because it brought back memories of Cheryl in
my arms, but I managed to hold on. Then she pulled back a little and
looked into my eyes.

"I'm very sorry, Sam. I know you loved her. So did I."

"I know love. And so did she. We all loved one another, and you and I
will always remember her with love. But we need to go on with our lives.
She would want us to."

"Okay, Sam. But I don't know what to do."

"Well, the first thing we need to do is give you a bath. You are a little
stinky right now."

She smiled, and I picked her up and held her in my arms as I walked out
the door. Mother was waiting in the hall, and I told her I was going to
give Ginger a bath. She hesitated for a moment and then nodded and led me
to the bathroom. When I went in she closed the door behind me, leaving
Ginger and me alone in the closed bathroom. She knew what was going to
happen and gave her tacit approval by her actions. I set Ginger down on
the closed toilet seat and turned to fill the tub. As it was filling I
looked around and found some bubble bath to put in. I swished the water
around to get the bubbles nice and frothy and then turned to Ginger.

"Slip the shirt off, sweetheart, and get in the tub. I'll sit here with
you while you soak, and then I'll wash your back."

"I want you to give me a bath like before. I want you to wash me all over
and then rinse me off and dry me like a little girl."

"I don't think I should do that. You are a big girl, and I shouldn't even
be in here with you."

"You said you love me. If you do then you'll give me my bath like before."

She had me. I knew that was what would happen, and I'm sure Mother did
too. I had no choice. I had to bathe her, and I did. I let her soak for a
while and just watched her. I could see the tension ease out of her body
as the hot water did it's job. When it started to get cool I got a wash
cloth and soap and started to clean her now frail body. I made a complete
job of it just as before. I did her hands and arms and then her feet and
legs. I stopped short of her crotch and moved around to her back. Then I
had her stand up and I washed her bottom making sure to get it all. She
shivered when I ran the cloth between her cheeks and over her anus. Then I
started the front. I avoided her breasts at first and did the rest of her
chest and tummy. Then I did the tops of her thighs. All that was left was
her little titties and her pussy.

I knew the drill and put down the cloth. I soaped up my hands and ran
them over her breasts, getting them both clean and excited. Her nipples
got hard and stuck out proudly. She sighed and pressed her chest against
my hand for firmer contact. Then I slipped my hand down over her mound. I
cleaned around the outer edges of her pussy with my soapy hand and then
rinsed it off. With no soap on my hand I went back to her pussy and washed
it. I ran my fingers up and down in the folds between her labia. I slipped
a finger tip into her vagina slightly and then up over her clit. She was
not long in reaching her orgasm. I caught her in my arms as she lost her
balance and almost fainted.

I held Ginger in my arms as I drained the tub. It looked like a mud hole
it was so dirty. I took the shower nozzle and rinsed the tub and then
Ginger until she was nice and clean and fresh. I picked her up and stood
her on the bath mat as I used a big towel to dry her. There were a lot of
sighs and moans as I passed over tender parts. When I was finished I
wrapped a towel around her and carried her back to her room.

As we entered her room I closed the door and then placed her on the bed.
She lay there on her back watching me expectantly. I looked around and
found some skin cream. I sat on the edge of the bed and rolled her over on
her stomach. I started at her neck and began to rub cream into her neck
and shoulders and then her back. I didn't miss a spot. I did her ass
cheeks and then moved down her legs. Next I rolled her over on her back
and continued with the rubdown. I spent extra time on her titties, as she
wanted, and then finished her tummy and legs. I made very sure her pussy
lips were well covered and soothed. She came again but quietly.

By the time I was done I was shaking and near collapse myself. It had
been a very difficult thing to do, since it was what I used to do with
Cheryl. I fought with the memories the whole time I was trying to please
Ginger. When she realized I was done she sat up and hugged me. We held
each other for a few minutes. Then she moved away a little and looked in
my eyes again.

"Thank you, Sam. I guess you really do love me."

"Yes, I do. But now it's time for you to get something to eat. You have
been a naughty little girl and look like you are starved. Now get dressed
and come down to the kitchen. Okay?"

"Okay."

I left her to get dressed and went to talk to Mother. She was in the
kitchen, as I expected, fixing something for Ginger.

"She'll be down in a minute to eat something. She's all clean, and I
think she feels better now. She understands I'm not mad at her, and I even
got a little smile out of her. I think she'll be okay now."

I sat down, and Mother gave me a cup of coffee. After a few minutes
Ginger came in looking a lot better. You could still see how skinny she
looked, but at least she was clean and smiling a little. She sat down, and
Mother served her a big plate of spaghetti with meat sauce. I could see
she loved it, and the first plate was gone in no time. The second took
longer but was cleaned off too. She finally sat back and looked at us with
a satisfied look. Then she burped. It was a big one and loud too. She
looked embarrassed at first, but when she saw both Mother and I laughing
she burst out in giggles too.

"Well, little one, it's time for me to go home."

"Okay. I'll go get my things and be ready in a minute."

I started to say something, but Mother stopped me with a look. I knew I
couldn't take Ginger with me, and so did Mother. But Mother knew that if I
said it, Ginger would think I was rejecting her so she replied for me.

"I'm sorry, Ginger, but you can't go with Sam. The county has placed you
with me, and you have to stay here at least for now."

"But.. But I want to go home with Sam where I belong."

It broke my heart to see and hear her pleading. But there was no way I
could do it legally, and I wasn't ready to have another little girl in my
home so soon after Cheryl. Mother went to Ginger and held her, much as she
had me earlier in the day. She soothed her and explained it again, and
finally Ginger seemed to accept it. I promised to come visit again in a
day or so. I explained I had a lot to do but would not forget her. I
kissed her and hugged her and left. Driving home was hard with the tears
in my eyes.

I went in to the office late the next morning. Amber met me and told me
the room was ready whenever I wanted to review the case files. I thanked
her and after checking to see if there were any messages I went in and
started the review. There were a lot of tapes and videos and reports to
watch and read. It took me over two hours. That was partly because I had
to stop several times to get my emotions under control. When I finished I
went to see Amber and told her she could wrap it all up and file it. I had
seen enough.

"I'll take care of it, Sam. Do you feel up to talking about the
arrangements for Cheryl and Joanne?"

I nodded and sat down, and she went over the plans. It all sounded fine
to me, and I made only one change. I asked that the flowers be limited and
donations be made in their names to Mother's Home for Girls in their
place. She agreed that would be appropriate. The funeral would be held at
the large chapel in the funeral home in two days. That would give them
time to set things up and take care of the bodies. I told her it was all
very nice and thanked her.

I stopped by to see Grace. She told me the lawyer had said there was no
need for any papers to be signed. She and Mike already had authority as
officers of the company to run things until I decided what I wanted to do.
I told her I was not going to come back in after that day unless there was
something they needed but that I would be available by phone if required.
I thanked her and went to my office.

I cleaned out my desk and made sure nothing was pending. Once that was
done I went home. I pretty much stayed there and grieved until the day of
the funeral.

Grace and Amber had decided that it would be better to have a double
funeral instead of two separate ones. When I arrived at the funeral home I
found a large number of people had already arrived. I was surprised at how
many and would be further surprised later when the chapel filled up.

I sat in the front row with Amber by my side. I was there for Cheryl and
she was there for Joanne. On the other side of me was Ginger and then all
the girls from Mother's. I looked around and saw a group from the P.D. led
by Wilson and including some friends of mine and others I later learned
were friends of Joanne. Beth was there and sat with a group from the FBI.
Most of the rest were employees of the company. It looked like about half
the staff were there.

The service was brief with a short eulogy for Cheryl given by Grace and
one for Joanne given by Mike. I couldn't tell you what they said, but
others told me later they had been very nice.

After the service the caskets were rolled out to be taken to the
cemetery. Representatives of all the groups there acted as pallbearers.
They were led by Mike and Wilson. There was no way I could handle it, so I
was not included. I was a basket case, and if not for Amber and Mother I
would not have survived it.

Everyone followed us out to the cemetery for a brief grave side ceremony.
I found out later that the employees had split into two groups, with one
going to the chapel and the other to the grave after switching to cover
work. Everyone experienced at least a part of the days events. At one
point, when I was staring off into the distance, I thought I saw a shadowy
figure lurking way off to the side. I'm sure it was Rat, but he always
denied it.

I took a few more days to just mope around before going back to visit
Ginger. When I got there Mother sat down with me in the living room after
telling the girls we needed to have a private conversation.

"What's up, Mother?"

"I need to ask you some questions, Sam. First of all, how are you doing
now?

"Better. I'm slowly getting better."

"Good. Now to the hard stuff. Do you really love Ginger? Don't answer too
fast. Think a minute first."

After I gave it some thought I told her I did.

"You know that she is too old for adoption, don't you?"

"I hadn't thought about it, but I guess you're right."

"Do you know what that means? Do you know what will happen to her?"

"I suppose she'll be in foster care until she's old enough to go out on
her own."

"That's right. If she's lucky they'll let her stay here, but I may not be
able to keep her. It's overcrowded here now."

"Oh."

"Would you like her to live with you, Sam? Would you like to be her
foster family?"

"I don't know if I could do that Mother. Even if I wanted to, I don't
think the County Welfare would allow it. A single male taking care of a
young girl is not what they like to see."

"Maybe. But would you if they would let you?"

I sat there thinking about it. It would be very hard to deal with. I
wasn't sure I could handle it. Then I remembered a promise I made to
Cheryl. I promised to take care of Ginger. There was no way I could allow
her to be swallowed up by the system.

"Yes, Mother, I will if I am allowed to."

"Well then, I have a surprise for you. Pending your acceptance of the
responsibility you are to be named her foster father and given full legal
custody of her. It's all set and just needs your signature."

"But how can that be? Who arranged it."

"Your friends flooded the County with letters and phone calls. They
finally came out and interviewed Ginger. They made no promises but asked
her where she would like to live if she had a choice. There was no
hesitation and she answered "With Sam." They went to see a judge, and he
agreed it would be in Ginger's best interest to be allowed to live with
you. I think they did it in self-defense. They had the Police Department
and the FBI and the U.S. Attorney all giving them hell, and that doesn't
begin to mention all the others who know you."

I was floored. All this had been done behind my back but in a way that
allowed me to decide and not risk Ginger feeling rejected if I said no.
Like there was really any chance of that.

"So what do I have to do?"

"You need to take Ginger down to the County Welfare and sign some papers.
Then take her home where she belongs."

"Then I guess we better get Ginger and see if this is really what she
wants."

Mother called Ginger, and when she saw me she ran over and hugged me
tight. I told her what was going on and asked her if she was sure that was
what she wanted. She said yes and was jumping up and down with joy at the
thought that it might happen. I told Mother we'd be back for her things
later, and off we went to get the papers signed.

The whole thing took about fifteen minutes. I think they were glad to get
it over with and not have to hear from any more of my friends. We picked
up Ginger's things from Mother's and went home.

Ginger and I settled in slowly. She was moved into Cheryl's room. I
arranged for her to attend school, and we went shopping for more clothes.
She was a lot like Cheryl in many ways. That includes bad dreams that
caused her to end up in my bed from time to time. I made it a point to
avoid anything sexual so as not to risk losing her. The County sent an
inspector around a couple of times, but they seemed to be satisfied that
all was well.

The charges against me were settled as agreed to, and I sat out my six
months suspension before I decided to return to work. There just wasn't
any way I could sit around all day waiting for Ginger to come home.

As a result of the case and the publicity it garnered my company was
swamped with requests for help. It grew even bigger, and we were all kept
busy.

All those involved were sent to prison, and most are still there. George
never made it out. He was raped and murdered in his cell at the state
prison. Nobody mourned his loss.

I managed to keep my pants zipped for almost a year. Ginger managed to
get me to bathe her from time to time and even to get her off with either
my mouth or my hand. By the time her fourteenth birthday came around I was
as horny as a goat and twice as frustrated. I asked her what she wanted
for her birthday, and she told me she wanted me to make love to her. At
first I refused, but after a while I gave in.

I really wanted to make love to her and had for some time. I was just
scared of what might happen. I was so afraid that I'd lose her, too, if I
let myself fall too much in love with her. But falling in love is not
something we can control.

I threw a party for Ginger on her birthday. We invited all the girls from
Mother's and some from her school. There were even a few boys from school
who came. The party was a roaring success, and when it was over she was
bubbling with happiness. Then she came and sat on my lap.

"You didn't give me my present yet, Sam. Where is it?"

"I think you've had a big enough day today. Go take your bath and get
ready for bed. Maybe if you do it fast enough I'll give you your present
tonight. If not, then you'll have to wait."

She kissed me and ran off to do as I had told her. I quickly closed up
and turned off the lights for the night. I went to my room, got undressed,
and after taking care of a few things got in bed. I waited.

It took her under half an hour before I heard her calling me.

"I'm ready for bed, Sam. Where are you?"

"I'm in here, sweetheart."

She came running into the room and looked around.

"Where's my present? I did what you said, and I was real fast. Now where
is it?"

I motioned for her to come closer to the bed. Then I pointed to the
covers over me.

"It's under here."

She reached down, grasped the covers, and pulled them down off my body.
There she found a big red bow tied around my penis. Said penis was already
hard from just thinking about what was to come.

"What's this, Sam. Why is there a bow on your.... Oh, Sam! Do you mean...
Is my present what I think it is? Are you going to make love to me?"

"Yes, my love. That is exactly what I'm going to do as soon as you unwrap
your gift."

Her hands were shaking as she tried to be careful about undoing the bow.
She finally gave up and just pulled it off. Then she leaned down and
kissed the tip gently as she held it in her hot little hand.

I made love to her much the same way I had made love that last time to
Cheryl. I covered her with kisses. I licked all around her body. I sucked
on her titties and licked her pussy till she came and then did it again. I
explored every nook and cranny of her lovely little body. She had regained
her weight and was filling out in other ways too. Her breasts had started
to develop nicely and were about an A cup by then. Her little ass was
round and firm, and I loved kissing and caressing it.

After I had brought her to three orgasms she pulled me up for a kiss.
Then she broke the kiss, and, looking deep into my eyes, she asked for the
rest of her gift.

"Please take me now, Sam. Put it in me and show me what it's like to be
loved."

"Alright, love. Let me put on a condom, and I'll give you the rest of
your gift."

"You don't need to, Sam. I'm on the pill and have been for months. I'll
explain later. Just do it now. Please?"

I didn't waste any more time. I slipped my cock into her tight hole and
pushed it deep into her. She groaned and pulled me close. I gave her a
minute to get used to being filled, and then I started to move. I went
slowly at first, and she began to meet my strokes. Little by little we
speeded up until we were going at it like we were crazy. We were crazy.
Crazy in love.

Neither of us lasted very long. She was already worked up from three
orgasms, and I was way too horny from not getting laid for so long. We
came together as I plunged deeply into her tight pussy and held my cock
against her cervix. We were motionless as the feelings swept over us, and
after a moment we just collapsed on the bed. It had been wonderful for
both of us, and I was glad I had finally relented and given her what she
wanted so much.

She explained later that Mother, who was her source for female questions
and topics, had arranged for her to go on the pill. I asked if she had
told Mother why she needed it. She said no, and Mother did not ask. I am
quite sure Mother knew the answer and didn't need to ask. She is a
wonderful woman and knows her girls. If she had not arranged for the
pills, Ginger might have gotten them some other way that was not safe. Or
she might have had sex with someone and gotten pregnant. Mother knew what
was right.

Since that night Ginger sleeps in my bed with me, except when she has
friends over for a pajama party of something. She has lots of friends at
school, and the girls from Mother's come over singly or as a group from
time to time. They are all happy and thriving.

Ginger says that she wants to marry me when she turns eighteen. I told
her we would see. She is a beautiful young lady, and I expect she will
soon meet a boy her own age and fall in love. I will deal with that when
it happens. I only want what's best for her.

Oh yes. I gave Ginger Cheryl's little .22 so she would feel safe when I'm
not around. She has trained with Mike and is an expert marksman now. God,
how I hope she never needs it for anything but targets.

The end.

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