I couldn’t believe it she was doing it again my 13yr old girl Candi was showing me that succulent perfectly petite ass of hers, I am sure it was deliberate she had attempted to hide it by saying she wanted to do the dishes for me which was not unusual of her, ever since the incident with her mother she had helped me out around the house. Now I know she wasn’t very tall I myself was only 5’9 but she barely came up to my chest and we did have fairly high kitchen counters but she knew full well that I had bought her a small stool for just this reason.

 

I had to stop my stare I knew if I continued for much longer my internal desire would force me into an action that my sweet Candi would innocently embrace not knowing the consequences that would follow.

 

Without realizing it I had been staring at her voluptuous body for over 10 minuets she must have seen me. But she kept scrubbing the dishes although I am certain I could see her hiding a smile I instantly snapped my head forward looking at my reflection in the blank TV screen (damm I haven’t even turned it on) but my reflection caught my eye(im vain I know that) I am blond, blue eyed well built (not like Vin Disel or anything but I was well toned and personally much better looking that Vin) but what I also noticed is that little Candi has very similar characteristics(im not sure if she is vain or just persistent or both) in fact you would be lucky if you saw any part of her mother in her (other than the obvious) this made her all the more sexy and fed my own sinful vanity.

 

Candi giggled “must be something good on the telly” I turned to her about to defend my reflection when I noticed her she had finished all dishes and was gliding over to me like the sweet angel she is.

 

Her face is sooo cute and almost perfectly round I couldn’t believe I had only just noticed that under her pink laced apron she had just let slip to the floor had uncovered a two year old school uniform*oh my god* her skirt covered like nothing. I am certain I could still see her white cotton panties and her tits had grown from an easy A to a comfortable B I guess a lot can happen in two years.

 

“Whatcha thinking daddy” she smiled suggestively while lightly tracing her fingers over her budding breasts knowing full well that I was following her every move.

 

*god she’s begging for it take her* “Nothing sweetheart” she was sitting on my knee.

 

“Ok daddy” and in the most innocent little voice you have ever heard she said “you don’t mind me sitting here do you daddy I am just a little cold that’s all” she had began slowly and gently thrusting herself into my knee like it was almost a reflex. What could make my little girl so*horny* you say.

 

In truth it started two years ago……

 

It had been a long day and my wife was at work as usual. My work as a graphics designer means im at home most of the time. I don’t remember what I was doing when the phone rang.

 

“David im going to need to take the Friday flight instead” my wife was always going on business trips.

 

“But Maggie that means you won’t be back till Sunday”

 

“I know can you tell Candi im sorry and that ill see her on Sunday?”

 

“Sure I think she’s used to it by now”

 

“That’s not fair you know how busy I am”

 

“Ok im sorry ill see you Sunday”

 

“Don’t worry ill make it up to you by wearing that schoolgirl uniform you love so much, you know the one it hardly covers my hot! tight! Body hmmm”

 

God she was turning me on, my once limp cock was twitching at her slow moans.

 

“Oh baby don’t tease me you know I wont be able to stop thinking about it”

 

“Mmm you know ive been such a bad girl, I think I need a spanking”

 

Oh damm my cock was fully erect “im gunna bend you over my knee and spank you till you beg me to stop” I had began stroking my 8” cock.

 

“Ohh yeah im gunna…shit! Tunnel looks like we will have to wait till Sunday.”

 

“Fuck!! Ok honey ill see you Sunday bye”

 

“Love you bye”

 

Well I wasn’t about to just take a cold shower I hadn’t had any in two weeks *you got time she’s at her friends* I practically ran to my bedroom fearful id loose my boner. I put on some porn didn’t matter what kind I was imagining my wife bending over my lap begging me to spank her.

 

I was so involved in my spankathon that I didn’t realize my daughter had decided not to go to her friends’ house and came right home.

 

“Oh yeah baby pull up that skirt let daddy spank you, you like it don’t you!” Candi had been watching me through the open door.

 

“……daddy”

 

My reaction was instantaneous “fuck, shit” I put my still raging cock in my pants “err...What do you want baby” i also turned the TV off.

 

Her face was that of total shock and im not surprised the first cock my daughter saw was her fathers while having a quickie fantasizing about his wife.

 

I decided to handle this quickly but my cock was still erect “go to your room!”

 

She started crying and ran to her room. While I was taking a cold shower I realized I was too hard on her she was obviously in shock and needed someone to talk to.

 

I got changed and headed to her room I could hear her still crying “ok here goes”

 

Knock knock I entered the room she was kneeling by her bed still in her school uniform (a blue plaid skirt the matching jacket was discarded on the floor a small plain white shirt was tucked into her skirt and if you look hard enough you can see through the material. She was not wearing bras yet.)  Hands in her face crying like her life depended on it.

 

“Sweetie are you ok” I walked towards her “about what you saw I”

 

She cut me off with “Daddy im sooo sorry!”

 

“What, you didn’t do anything wrong baby listen” she cut me off again.

 

“Yes I did you shouted at me it’s all my fault!” shit she was a wreck I couldn’t believe I was going to have to have the “talk” with her, crap this was gunna be hard.

 

“Listen Candi it’s not your fault daddy just” her room smelled like rose pettles it surprised me how little I go in my Candi’s room “daddy just needed to do something but I was never angry at you. Im very sorry for shouting at you” I gave her a gentle hug and she wrapped her legs around me her white panties where pushing up against my crotch.

My cock twitched.

 

“So you’re not mad at me?” I tried to push all impure thoughts out of my head “no baby of course not”

 

“You promise” she had pulled her face away from me chest and I could see her face it was covered in tears but was beginning to shift with renewed hope.

 

“I promise” she hugged me tightly and I wasn’t letting go either.

 

“I love you daddy’ she had said it under her breath but since we where so tightly embraced I could hear her clearly. “I love you to baby” then the embrace became tighter I began to worry that I was squeezing the life out of her but she didn’t complain, she trusted daddy.

 

5 minutes easily passed in silence then “daddy I was wondering...err never mind” she was nervous about asking I could tell.

 

“Its ok baby I won’t get mad”

 

“Ok…you know when I came in I saw you doing something I just” she was finding it hard to get it out.

 

“I was masturbating its something mommies and daddies do”

 

“What do you do?”

 

“Baby you know what a penis is right?”

 

“Yeah it’s a boys thingy right”

 

“yes well a daddy takes his penis and puts it into the woman’s” I had began sweating she constantly went from hugging me to leaning back and watching my face which to my cock felt like a thrusting motion and had recently sprang to life. *oh yeah keep moving baby*

 

“Daddy I know where babies come from mommy told me 2 months ago” thank god I don’t think I could have kept a straight face for long enough while I was being straddled, my baby girl didn’t even know what she was doing to me. *sooo innocent*

 

“oh that’s good baby” I began to get up remembering I had to turn quickly to avoid little Candi seeing her daddy’s cock but she held on tight not letting me go and also stopped moving right on the tip of my cock.

 

“Daddy what you where doing wasn’t sex mommy wasn’t there”

 

Oh yeah ok I decided to just lay it out there and let Maggie handle it when she got back

 

Plus if I didn’t leave soon I think I would burst in my pants “ok baby when a man masturbates he pulls on his penis and that gives him pleasure it makes it feel like it was in a woman’s vagina and it makes men happy” at this point I had immediately began to move but she was very persistent holding me even tighter and now the tip of my cock was at the entrance of my baby pussy only a pair of cotton panties blocking me from her entrance. She must have noticed.

 

“Daddy what about girls can they masturbate to?” *she’s teasing you, take her, you know you want to*

 

I had to act fast I couldn’t hold on much longer “yes baby a woman can do it two”

 

“How?” her face was a picture of complete innocence.

 

“Err” I was rushing not thinking “a girl takes her hand and rubs it over her pussy and clit” her face was shocked at my tactless words I didn’t care “a she continues rubbing herself until she comes” throughout my quick speech her panties had began to get wet and her face had began to blush.

 

In her weakened state of arousal I decided to get out of there *don’t* I couldn’t believe I was hesitating. I noticed that out of reflex my unconscious desire had began slowly thrusting into my little girls’ panties and pussy.

 

“uuggh” her voice was only a squeak but I heard it well enough to be panicked, she began thrusting back, her eyes had long since closed and she had bit into her lower lip. Every fiber of my being from the waist up was shocked by both mine and Candi’s actions but my hips were thrusting faster pushing the tip of my cock deeper in her pussy panties or no.

 

“Ohh” Candi moaned I remember thinking (no im not doing this my baby girl wasn’t thrusting her panty covered pussy onto my cock and im not enjoying it or thrusting back) but of course I was perhaps If I had handled thing better she wouldn’t have turned out the way she has. At the time I believed that when Maggie came back she would sort all this out…I was a fool.

 

My vision blurred and Candi’s once heavily pink coated bedroom swirled out of existence as I neared climax and I wasn’t the only one Candi’s breathing had quickened every sound other our heavy breathing was tuned out my body’s denial of the experience forgotten lost in the waves of pleasure and lust my body now ached for hers. Age, blood, relationship all forgotten in my blinding lust I tore the panties away desperate to enter her wet pussy, I don’t think she even realized as her first orgasm was rapidly approaching I placed my throbbing dick at her entrance all of a sudden she stopped rocking and began sinking down ever so slow. Just as my cock tip covered in pre-cum slipped about half an inch in an 11yr old pussy something clicked.

 

“I can’t do this” my words where incoherent and ragged from my heaving I started to pull out when at just that moment Candi’s pussy started contracting as if attempting to grab my cock and never release it, I knew better she was about to cum.

 

“Ohhhhhh!!!” her moan was relentless I don’t know how but I managed to pull out without coming, I ran out of the room leaving Candi to climax alone.

 

Closing the door behind me I slumped down back against the door reflecting on the events passed. I could still smell her sex it was coming not only from her room, but from me also, it smelled so sweet nothing like Maggie’s at all (much better).

 

 

I was growing worried when I didn’t hear anything coming from her room so I took a peak through the keyhole she was snuggling her teddy bear when I pushed my ear against the door I could hear her speak ever so softly. “Mmm…daddy” I pulled back a little too fast and cracked my head against the opposite wall and flopped to the floor unconscious.

 

When I awoke I had a quilt draped over me and a pillow under my head. I sluggishly returned to my feet and walked to my bedroom and noticed the morning light had shone through. Wincing at the clock I saw at was 10am Friday Maggie should be packing for her flight right now and Candi should be at school, and with renewed vigor I marched to Candi’s room and only hesitated when i grabbed the door handle, mustering every ounce of courage I could find I burst the door open like I was expecting to see Hitler hiding in my little Candi’s room and with shock and quiet relief I realized she was not there. After a quick search of the house I finally came to the conclusion that she had left for school. It wasn’t till just after this conclusion that I had realized I was slightly sweating and extremely tensed up, had I been just checking to see if she had gone to school or had there been another reason to this day I could not tell you.

 

The next two days where the most interesting mix of hell & arousal, the constant teasing of Candi, and me trying desperately to avoid her teasing. At first Candi came directly to me seeking more of what she got a taste of last night. I had to go through the torment of explaining that “daddies & daughters don’t do that” and continued with “and you’re just too young” and finally finishing with and realizing myself that “I could go to jail” (I may have looked calm saying this to her but inside panic bells where ringing). This was the first time I noticed that my sweet still innocent baby girl was very mature for an 11yr old, she took everything I said in earnest and seemed to understand every word.

 

I was beginning to wonder if I needed Maggie to smooth things over at all “Mothers know best huh” my smug self statement continued uninterrupted for the whole of one day.

 

Then Saturday came I was making me and Candi breakfast when I saw her walk down the stairs I may as well have been cooking for the president and I wouldn’t care, she was a vision her t-shirt was two sizes too small showing her inviting midriff and wearing a training bra made her look much bigger (although it could just be her t-shirt) and half of her glittering blond hair resting just above the already erect nipples (anyone could see them) her tight denim jeans had small flares at the bottom showing her pink cotton socks she was a mini Britney spears,*WOW*.

 

She had obviously embraced her sexuality since yesterday.

 

She had made her way to the kitchen when she noticed my stare. “Hi daddy” she looked at the coco pops I had left out “making breakfast for mini mouse” she grinned I blushed.

 

Finally controlling myself I ceased our stare looking at the table “well what would you like” I was in my best “good morning” tone she didn’t buy it.

 

She placed her hand on my shoulder and came as close to my ear as she could and very seductively said “id love a big thick juicy…sausage” as she spoke her hand was running down my shirt and closer to my now hardening cock.

 

I was in shock where did she learn to speak this way, but while my head was thinking this my cock had other ideas as it was now fully erect. But as her hand cupped my balls though my pants I let out a small groan and completely lost my thoughts, her hands where so small but as she released my scrotum I let out a deep breath realizing I wasn’t breathing while she held me. My eyes where closed but I could feel her moving up towards my belt and I didn’t make any attempt to stop her or even complain we were both silent as the belt and my pants dropped to the floor leaving my shorts in a tent formation, her hand moved under the waist band of the shorts and gently grasped me. But nothing further happened my mind and cock both disappointed I opened my eyes to find my hand holding hers very tightly stopping her movement somewhere in my clouded mind I had found my fatherly instincts had emerged.

 

“Baby I cant we can’t” my voice was shaky and barely audible

 

“…I love you daddy let me show you my love” her voice was also weak I coult tell she was crying.

 

After hearing those words those instincts melted away I dropped my hand

 

After about a minuet of nothing I began to get worried but my cock was still waiting patiently and just when I was going to turn her hand began to move her other arm had embraced me in a tight hug whispering “I love you daddy” over and over as she gently stroked me I answered her with “baby I love you too, and I will show you just how much I love you” I was also crying I couldn’t believe it I never cry, anyway I turned around and she was looking at me with her tearful blue eyes she continued stroking me at the same pace while my hand to her denim pants and just un-buttoned them and gently ran my fingers over her already wet pink cotton panties, finding her little pea sized clit I slowly rubbed it to match her pace with my cock.

 

“Mmm daddy” her tears had already dried up as she closed them in pleasure. I had long ago get my tears under control and concentrated on looking her in the eyes as soon as she began to moan I kissed her as her eyes closed. At first she didn’t know what I was doing as my tongue licked her lips but she soon caught up and opened her mouth giving way to me I searched her mouth for her tongue when I finally found it I slowly massaged it with mine and she quickly returned the favor moaning in the process “uumm” it echoed in my mouth and in perfect timing we both picked up the pace kissing and rubbing both harder and faster as both our breathing became heavier.

 

“Rrrriinngg rriinngg!” the phone rang breaking the mood I was beginning to get up to stop the intruding sound when my cock was quickly muffled by Candi’s mouth as she sucked me my thoughts of the phone and where she learned this quickly dissolved as her tongue licked the slit in my dick “ohh yesss!” assuming I was Cumming Candi picked up speed.

 

“Where did you learn this?” suddenly regretting my question as she broke her suckling.

 

 “From one of your porno’s daddy they are be” I didn’t let her finish as I shoved my cock in her mouth once more stating “ohh baby don’t stop” she just smiled as she continued sucking.

 

My balls started to tighten “baby im gunna cum!” but she didn’t stop in face she rubbed the base twice as hard and sucked the rest with a vengeance, “Ohh shittt!” I thrust the full 8” down her throat she gagged quite a bit as her throat reacted to the intruder and my love milk squirted all over and down her throat as I saw her eyes widen gasping for air I pulled out squirting the rest on her reddened face.

 

Catching my breath as I looked on as Candi licked my essence off her face “how does it taste baby?”

 

“Mmm yummy” she beamed at me as I replied “so I guess it’s only fair that I taste you”

 

I stood ready too pull Candi up on the table when something drew me to the message on the machine glancing back at Candi I said “hold on for just one second baby” she pouted but didn’t say any thing as she began to get naked.

 

I watched my little nymph undress as I pushed the play button.

 

“Yeah hi this is doctor Benton at the Hagenmire hospital” I was barely listening as Candi got bored with waiting and began playing with her self “you coming daddy?” I grinned as I said “not yet” as I walked over the message continued “and I think you should get down here” I bent down between Candi’s legs still grinning and looking in her eyes as I stuck my tongue out for just a little taste “Ahh daddy” she moaned and I stroked my finger up and down her entrance teasing her, with her head back moaning loudly as I continued sucking and licking with expert skill as the machine finished its message “your wife was in a car accident and has slipped into a coma” we both froze Candi was open mouthed staring into my eyes as I stared at her and my tongue still covering her clit.

 

 

Please let me know if you want chapter 2.

 

 

Alana also developed an exhibtionist streak. Once at the beach, the now B cup bearing preteen 11 year old spotted a couple of other 11 year olds at the beach with their tops off. Alana dropped her top, which enraged several mothers who grabbed Alana and dragged her to her father to complain to him about the blossoming girl. It took some doing to explain to Alana that because of her gift, she had to be more cautious than other little girls. Alana accepted the scolding, but never passed up an opportunity to show both me and her father how she was developing.

Alana kept right on developing, and booming. By the time she was thirteen, Alana had developed into a D cup. It was about then that Larry developed an idea to turn Alana's gift into some money. He maxed out a credit card to set up a website that featured his very busty daughter. Larry showed me the first three photosets he took of Alana. Larry is a better idea guy than photographer. I took over taking pictures of Alana.

About six weeks after the website launched, Larry made back his investment. It was about then that some federal agents visited Larry. Larry never admitted a lot of what the agents said, but it was enough that he pulled the website down. I had made sure that when Alana was posing that nothing popped out. I didn't want any of us to be arrested, but I think the agents told Larry they were going to drag his name through the mud.

Even after the website shut down, several customers persisted, asking for any new pics of Alana. Alana loved the attention, and a month after the website went down, we shot two photosets for Bob and Jason. Both men happily forked out the fifty bucks for the custom sets, in which Alana appeared fully clothed.

As the months went on, we shot three more photosets for the pair of fans who begged for a dinner date with Alana. Using caution, I had both men give me enough information so that I could run background checks on both of them. Bob turned out to be a DMV supervisor and Jason was a manager at a nude club.

Both men traveled to make the dinner date and both men were polite during the dinner. Alana was loving the attention. Their line of work came up the dinner date. Jason admitted that he admired Alana's bustline because most of his dancers were small in the chest area. Jason also suggested that Alana should see him at the club, but not until she turned eighteen.

A month later, during another dinner date, Bob suggested that he could easily make Alana a state I.D. card that said she was eighteen. I then saw a glint in the eyes of Larry and Alana that made me wonder. There must have been some discussion at home because two days later Larry and Alana announced that Alana would make a one time appearance at Jason's club. Apparently, Jason had admitted that the local vice cops didn't come around on Monday evenings. Alana could slip in, do a four hour shift, and slip out without much notice.

Three weeks later, with the illegal card in hand, the three of us made the trip down the road to Jason's place. Larry, knowing that strange men were about to see his daughter display her nude body for strangers, began drinking from a large bottle of Jack Daniel's. He had a buzz on seventy five minutes later when we arrived at Jason's.

Inside the club, Jason gave Alana a quick run down on the dos and don'ts. She was onstage fifteen minutes later. The club was running a three songs per dancer rotation, but Alana decided to get naked on the first song. For the first time since she was eleven, I saw her in the altogether. The five foot tall, soon to be fourteen year old, had hair that hung to her shoulders framing a cute face. Her now double DD rack had tiny brown nipples, and of course, she was hairless between her legs.

The customers flocked to Alana beseiging her with dollar bills and requests for private dances. She spent the next three and a half hours in the VIP room giving private dance after private dance. By the time she finished her shift though. her father was a drunken mess. Alana and I helped him to the van and loaded him into the backseat.

When we pulled away from the parking lot, Alana proudly showed the wad of twenties she had made during the private dances. "So, how did it go?" I asked.

"I wasn't supposed to let anyone touch me", she answered, but Bob was so nice to me that I let him put his finger in me. I was so turned on though. I loved having those men look at me. It made me so hot, and....so wet"

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes" she admitted as she pulled up her skirt. I could see she wasn't wearing any panties.

She placed her hand on her clit and began to make circular motions. She hissed as she tilted her head back and spread her legs, placing her knees on the dashboard. She moaned once, then looked over at me. "Would you like to touch me Uncle Carl?" she asked as she reached out and grabbed my right hand. She placed my hand on her bare pussy. She was sopping wet. She squealed as I ran a finger along her slit. I found her opening and slipped half my finger in.

"Yessssssss" she hissed as I worked my hand back and forth.

I could feel wetness in my own pants as my dick strained against my jeans. I also noticed that we had passed fromn the city into the less populated county. There was a dirt road on the right. I drastically slowed and pulled several hundred yards off the highway. Alana gave me a quizzical look, then noticed me open my zipper as I stopped. She swiveled to her left to give me better access.

I jumped between her legs and entered her. Alana was digging her heels into the back of my thighs and grabbing my waist with her hands. "Oh yes!" the teen blurted out, "fuck me Uncle Carl, fuck me".

I pounded her pussy, but I was so excited that it only took me five minutes to cum. Alana wrapped me in a bear hug and gave me a long passionate kiss. With blood returning to my brain, I told her we should wait until we got home to continue. I pulled my zipper up and returned behind the wheel. Just then I saw the unmistakeable silhouette of a Police car as it pulled off the highway to check on us. Thinking fast, I told Alana to tell the Police that we pulled off to see if her father was still breathing. The cop did buy the story, but not until after he ran a make on my license.

We giggled to each other after the cop left and we pulled back on the highway. Half an hour later we were home. We took Larry out and carried him to his bed. We then went to Alana's room. I stood her in front of her bed. "Have you ever fucked a girl in her room before?" Alana asked. I shook my head no, then told her I was going to make love to her as I lifted off her sweater, freeing her giant jugs. Slipping her skirt off, I lifted her then carefully placed her on the bed.

Starting slowly at her head, I started kissing her, spending time on her ears, lips, and chin before moving to her neck. I moved slowly down her body until I reached ger once again sopping wet pussy. She was squirming as I used my tongue to make love to her clit. She started moaning, tossing, and bucking as I used my fingers in her and worked her clit. She then stiffened and had her first intense orgasm. I gave her several seconds then worked her into multi orgasmic bliss. It was then that I finally entered her.

Our love making was intense, varying between slow strokes and fast making sure she had at least two more orgasms before I set her up for my orgasm. For the second time that night, I shot my load into her.

Laying next to her in the afterglow, Alana admitted she had wanted to do me for the past two years, then asked if a girl was supposed to do her uncle. I reminded her that I wasn't her uncle by blood. She smiled and gave me a smoldering kiss, then talked me into taking her back to the club next week. I don't know how I'm going to tell Larry.

(P.S.-there's a part two-let me know if you're interested)

I was beginning to get hard. Nancy wanted to suck my cock, but I had other Ideas. I let her suck my cock til I was good and hard. I pulled my 9" of throbbing,veins bulging cock out of her mouth and slid under Debbie. She was so engrossed in the fucking she was getting from the dog, she didn't relize what was about to happen until it was too late. I slid my cock into her tight cunt, at first she screamed, then " fuck yes, fill my cunt and ass with cock fuck me, fill my hole up with cum. " The dog was now pushing even hard and I could feel his thrusts against my cock thru the thin stretched membrane that separrated her asshole and cunt. Then another loud scream and" he's killing me " as his knot finally slipped into her ass. Debbie was crying, tears running down her cheeks. Her Mother kissing her tears and then roughly shoving her tongue into her Daughter's mouth. Debbie's crying now subsiding as the pain eased and the dog was nearing his climax as I. " Fuck I'm cummmming." I yelled. " Fill my cunt with your hot thick cum." yelled Debbie. Seconds later " GOD YES, fill my slutty ass with that hot doggie cum." she yelled as the dog let loose with his huge hot load. After about 15 minutes the swelling in the knot went down and the dog walked over to the corner, lay down and started to clean himself. I helped Debbie up and took her over to the dog and told her " lick him clean, he needs to rest." As she did I said to her Mother " get your fucking ass over there and lick your slutty Daughter's cunt and ass clean." Nancy lay there eating her daughter's cum drenched cunt. Cum from both the dog and myself intermixed as the cum was pouring out Debbie's ass and down to cunt. I sat back watching, my cock starting to again get hard. I walked over lay down and let the dog lick my cock and balls clean. the licking from the dog and watching Debbie licking and sucking his cock along with Mom eating her daughter had me so hard I started pumping my cock into the dog's mouth. It was wet and sooo fucking warm. I fucked his mouth until I came again. The dog licking up every drop.

I'll be back with III. When I have to submit to Roscoe, the Great Dane, fucking me in the ass.

 This brings me to a further point about her that led up to that first one; A time before when we were younger,call it my formative years, I'd been lucky enough to catch her at a compromised moment. What this was is this. I'd already realised she had a thing about money, - Subsequently I now know virtually all women have. -  So as I was saying,I came upon her with a gang of my friends and others stood in front of her in a queue. Nosily I crept about until I could see what was amiss and on concluding this,I too joined the queue. I had what was needed, - A shilling (5p) now, - That's what each kid was giving her regardless of age and for this they got to put a hand inside the top of her knickers and have a feel of her slice.

 Shit when it got to my turn she looked, - Having till then not noticed it was her brother,being only interested in each shilling she got. - "Not you,you little spook,I'm your sister,you can't" - "I'll give you two" I said, "No not even for five,I'm your sister for christ sake. Buzz off and if you dare tell mum or dad,I'll unscrew your neck from your body,then you'll be dead" Dejected I buggered off and felt gutted,all these other kids had had a feel and I was the only one not to have touched a real pussy. I hated her at that moment,but it had not been lost on me that girls or women for that matter would do things for money. I set my mind on two things that day. One I'd get enough money when I was older to get women to do my bidding and two,I'd get enough money soon to get my sister to let me feel hers...

 Now in the interim period,a bloke had a bit of bad luck that became my good luck. I was mooching about on a waste bit of ground and saw this bloke with a shabby old grocery bag,meant nothing at first but he missed his step or something and in grabbing the bag tightly as he stumbled,a couple of things like pots of pepper fell out,panicking he grabbed up these tubes and went on his way,I in turn was sure he'd missed at least one so quickly wandered over to investigate if my eyes hadn't deceived me. Sure enough this roll,for that's what it was,about as thick as a man's hard cock was lost in some long stubbly grass just adjacent to where he stumbled. My first thought was to chase after him and offer it back,thinking he may reward me,but on making a further study of this roll it had a rubber band round it and on peeling this off,I found it was a roll of bank notes. More than I could even imagine. Reward like hell! I'd got the reward I fancied and I knew what I'd be doing with some of it and all.

 Non the less I traipsed after the old bloke in his general direction only to see him going into a pawn brokers that us locals knew was a criminals exchange so to speak. OK,he probably came by his plunder dishonestly,so he wouldn't miss a bit I reckoned and I was now rich enough to get things sorted with sister for a start. First to hidde my booty,then to use a bit to get some change, - Keep her price as low as possible,after all a feel was only a shilling a while back, - But I reckoned now she was as she called it 'All grown up' I'd need a quid (£1) for a look. I wasn't to sure about the price of a feel,but a feel I intended to have,no matter how much it was and I meant a real feel,not a quick down the front of her knickers but a good long time with her knickers off and out of the way.

 I chose my chance and had a plan. I intended offering a pound,but I would wave a bigger note so she could see there was more for her to get. I also knew she on going to bed spent time admiring herself,but then again she done this most of the time. So an opportunity presented itself as I knew it would. Having bathed,she,while I waited in my own room,passed back into hers. I heard a drawer open and shut and knew by stealth she was getting and putting on a bra and pants. I also knew she'd present herself for supper for an hour then go off to her room as did I. So I gently opened her door. "God,you're so lovely when you've just got out of the bath I could eat you"

 She whipped round, "Not you again,you're too late you perv,I've already put them on,don't you ever tire of trying to see my private bits? - This was all done quietly,I'd suspected for some time she got a buzz from tormenting my hormones or something because she'd stopped yelling to mum and stood with just panty's and bra' blatantly tormenting,and she knew it! My cock was hard and throbbing but she couldn't see that. "What you after apart from that you perv" - "I've got something you might like but it'll cost you" - "What could you have that I'd want you lump head? - Such affection from my sibling always so loving!! - "No,its something you'd be really interested in if I showed you" - "Not a wriggly thing like you tried on before is it,go on away and leave me alone" - "No,my wriggly is stiff anyway" - "Piss off,I meant that time when... her voice tapered off realising it had been the time she wouldn't let me feel her pussy down the front of her knickers. -"That - time - Oh nothing... you know what I mean!" - "Yeah,funny though,it is about that in a way" - "Eh,how? What can that have to do with anything,we're a lot older now anyway"

 "Exactly,it must be really lovely now with lots of fur all over it" - "Pervert,why don't you just piss off" - "Okay,so you don't want it,this pound" - "What pound,where would you get a pound anyway,you're lying you little creep,go on push off downstairs there's nothing for you to see here" - I made to go just as she peered closer into the mirror at her face. My cock gave a pulse as in so doing and with the type of knickers of the day, - Frilly loose legged.I got a glimpse of the bum cheek creases just peeping out from below the bottom.- "What do you think this is then? Smoke" Almost out through the door,I had a fiver poking from my pocket while gripping it in case she made a grab for it.

 "Can't be real,where the hell would you get a whole five pound note from anyway?" - Boldly,I pulled it out and added,you could have the whole one for a price" - "Blackmailer,what price? anyway what about the pound thing,what was it you wanted for that? - Answering her own question, - Don't tell me,its what I got those shillings for,it is I bet" - "You're good wetty Betty,I'll give you that. Got it in one" - "See,I was right,you are a pervert,I'm still your sister mind" - "Yeah,but do I get a feel?" - I added the pressure by pulling a separate pound from another pocket" - "What another pound,just how much have you got you little cretin and where has it come from anyway" - "No need to know that,do I get that feel then?" - "She weakened, - "I'll think about it,now piss off... Oh! the fiver,what was that offer for,for doing what? - "Letting me play with it proper" Her balled up dirty knickers shot towards me as I disappeared, "Filthy pig,no way not ever" she hissed forcefully at my shadow.

 Later a nod from sis as she said, "I'll make another cuppa mum or cocoa shall I?" - I followed her out, "There's biscuits in the barrel,I'll get them as well Betty,okay mum?" The excuse was a cover to see what Betty wanted, Kettle on, "That pound,give it to me now and you can,I want it before though,I don't trust you" - A pound out of my riches was peanuts,but she couldn't know that. - "I'll give you it,but when do I collect?" - "Now,here,go on give it to me and do it while the kettles boiling" I clicked the switch off immediately and she smiled at that, - "Not long mind,we may get caught else" I passed the pound to her and with a trembling hand and my heart pounding I fed my hand through the buttoned gaps of her dressing gown and felt for the top of her knickers waistband.

 Now looking up at the ceiling,her eyes closed as she felt my trembling fingers passing inside the top of her knickers and I had the first feel of her lovely soft curly moss above her slit. My fingers searching lower felt a warm moist part and as I felt more she pressed her legs forward and open a bit until I could feel a very wet slit. "Where's that cocoa and biscuits then? What you two doing so long out their,how long does it take to boil a kettle,I could jump through the pair of you" - "Sorry mum,the cretin hit the kettle switch off and I never realised it" - Betty grinned from ear to ear. I crept really close in to her, "You're soaking wet down there" - "Shhh! I know,its you and your damn money. What did I have to do again for your fiver? Is that all you've got?" - I slowly nodded NO! - "Let me lay with you and look at it and play with it properly" - She looked but said nothing as she poured the boiling water.

 We took the cups and stuff out together. "My room after they've gone to bed,bring that fiver mind,nothings a freebie here" she pointed at her pussy and tits. - "Fuck I never mentioned tits,she's just put then into the ring" I was hard again,I wonder,I just wonder if she'll handle mine as I feel her,after all she was as wet as hell between the legs...

 All was now silent,too silent,I shit as my bed creaked as I got off it to go to Betty's room. With heart pounding like a hammer I went into the completely darkened room,stubbed my toe and suffered in silence. Now in bed with her I whispered, "I nearly broke my toe its so dark. I can't see it like this" A flash light lit up giving an eirie form of light that displayed my sisters erect nipples with great shadows across the sheets. She was totally naked. I quickly pulled my pants off making me naked also. As my cock touched her thigh she pulled back. "I didn't tell you to do that,you're only here to have a feel not the other. I never thought you'd be that big and fat down there though,you're only a kid really"

 I nearly cum as she gripped her hand around my shaft. "That fiver,does it allow me a squeeze now you've taken it out for me?" - "Of course,you can do anything you like with it no charge" - Grinning she slapped my cock making it sting. "OW" - "SHH,they might hear us" I took the flash light and settled between her legs to look and play. She lay back and let me feel all over it as she got noticably wetter and wetter.It was a lovely pussy,peeping lips tucked between puffy sides. I pulled these apart to see a pink inside with a small hole and a slippery gooey wetness. - "Touch up under my hood,that bean thing I like that,but don't try and push your finger up in me too far,I'm still a virgin" I touched her then I done it quicker and she lifted her legs up bringing her heels to her bum cheeks,the more I played the higher her hips rose until as she gasped and jerked she grabbed at her legs and pulled them up and open so wide I could see it all pink up inside her slit with a whitish membrain showing that she had a really small hole in the middle of this skin. "I can see your virginity,its beautiful" - I'd moved to see more and in doing so,her hand came down her side and took hold of my cock as one leg rested across my ass cheek.

 Frantically she wanked at me as she had her orgasm. - "Don't try to fuck me,please don't I know I want you too but don't,resist it because I know I wont be able to if you put it there near it" - I couldn't answer as her frantic wanking of my cock shot sperm all over the place. Her hand stopped and I switched off the flash light as I lay across her now limp torso. I crawled up her body and kissed her nipples,She whispered, "That's making my toes curl,thanks for not doing it,I couldn't have stopped you it was making me cum so hard"

 I felt guilty for not fucking her but sad that she admitted she wouldn't have been able to resist my cock... "Does this mean we're at a new stage of understanding?" - "Maybe. Where did you get that sort of money?" - The magic was gone in an instant,that's not to say I wasn't going to follow her admission of wanting my cock,but it looked like I'd have to pay some. Who cares,its only money and we're both virgin's but will she come back to reality by the morning. - I crept back to my room on her say so. - Back in bed I wondered where my sperm splattered too and how she'd hide it from mum,her problem I suppose,after all she got six quid for dealing with that little problem. I'm such a shit ain't I?  

A few months after our wedding, Victoria announced she was pregnant. We were both delighted! The joy was compounded when the doctor announced a few months later that it was twins! Our joy overflowed on the day she gave birth to beautiful twin girls.

On the day in question, the girls were 13 years old. It was obvious when you saw them that they were not identical twins. In fact, it was hard to tell that they were twins at all. Cindi, the oldest by 15 minutes, was 5' 1", 90 lbs soaking wet, long blond hair, small breasts, and beautiful deep blue eyes. Amy is 5' 4", 108 lbs, and is the almost perfect image of her mother, with the same long black hair, small breasts and stunning green eyes. Their personalities were very different also. Both were so smart it was scary. Victoria and I are very smart, but we look like dummies next to these two. Cindi was quiet, very serious, and very emotional. She cried about everything. Weddings, funerals, birthdays, movies, happy, sad, didn't matter - she cried if it was emotional. Amy, on the other had, is happy go lucky, adventuresome, always cheerful. After babyhood, I do not think I ever saw her cry until she was 13 years old. Both girls were outgoing and popular, and even in their early teen years, were just the sweetest things you would ever want to be around. I would sit around wondering when they were going to turn into the monsters at 13 that all teens seem to become, but it still had not happened. They would help around the house without being asked, and generally took care of their dad very well. That is good because Victoria has always traveled a lot as part of her job. Many of our friends jokingly ask if we wanted to trade children, ours were so sweet.

As early as I can remember, both of the girls were adamant that they were going to be cheerleaders. And starting as soon as they could apply, they were. Both were very pretty, and being popular, it meant that there were always numerous very pretty and, for 13-14 years olds, very sexy young girls running around the house all the time, in various stages of dress and undress. For whatever reason, Victoria and I were the most popular parents of all the cheerleaders, and combined with the popularity of our girls, our house was always full. Not that we minded. We loved kids, and the girls were mostly very sweet and well behaved, with one big exception. They loved to try to embarrass me with their attitudes about dress. It was not unusual to walk into a room and find several pretty, young teenaged girls in tee shirts and panties (on a few occasions minus the tee shirts!) sitting on the floor talking. Of course, this always resulted in squeals (theirs, not mine!) and giggles as they ran for the bedroom. My two were not as bad or as obvious, but they often played along too. Of course, the next day they would do it again, so I knew it was a game. Or, when taking a shower, they would "forget" their clothes and have to run giggling through the house in their panties and, sometimes, bras. Again, since my wife traveled a lot, it was usually just me around. The times when it happened when Victoria was around, she thought it was cute and just as funny as the girls did. Then she would mock scold them about how it was not nice to tease me, all the while smiling at them. Predictably, they giggled.

Although I recognized that all of the girls were very pretty, their antics never really bothered me any. I knew my girls were stunningly beautiful, and their friends were almost as pretty. All right, as a dad, I am not exactly unbiased, but they really were. The point is that it never bothered me because I was just not into young girls sexually. Ok, I am not dead - some of the prettier and more developed of them I would notice and maybe get a hard-on at the time (boy, they really giggled at that and turned the prettiest shades of red) but there was never even a thought of being attracted to them. Cindi and Amy had always been very affectionate, and still were at 13. Hardly a day would go by that they did not sit in my lap or cuddle up next to me and tell me they loved me. They did the same with Victoria when she was around. Often they would fall asleep like that, watching a movie. After a while, some of their friends started cuddling with me also, particularly a little cutie named Katie. She had just moved into town about a year before. Her dad was not around, and I got the impression that she was never close to him anyway. Actually, I got the impression she hated his guts and was glad he was not around. I guess I was a substitute. The first time she cuddled with me and called me daddy surprised me, but I was very touched also. She was so embarrassed she turned bright red, but was relieved when I told her it was ok. I really got to like Katie a lot, and she became almost like another daughter to me. Of course, I was close to all the girls in the group, but Katie was special to me. For some reason, Cindi and Amy were never close to Katie, even though she was really sweet and nice, but they had no objection to her being close to me or calling me daddy. They just always seemed rather reserved around her. They once implied that Katie was rumored to be loose with boys, but clammed up when I tried to find out more and never referred to it again. She was about 5', 90 lbs, long blond hair, small breasts, and actually looked much more like Cindi's twin than Amy did. You could even mistake one for the other if you saw them from behind. People who had never met the group before and knew there was a set of twins in the group usually assumed it was Cindi and Katie.

One summer day, I was at home, having taken the day off work. I had been working a lot of long hours, and needed a break. Victoria was out of town (again!) and I thought it would be nice to have Cindi and Amy come home to a parent instead of an empty house once in awhile. At 13, they were old enough to take care of themselves (better than I could take care of myself!), but still, I should be around sometimes. Besides, something was going on with the girls that I was worried about, and I wanted to take some time to think about it.

Cindi and Amy had always been best friends as well as sisters. They seldom went anywhere without the other. They even had to be cheerleaders together. They seemed to always be in tune with what the other was thinking or feeling. Even when they were young, they never fought. They played together, shared things, and just got along great. Cindi, being the "oldest", was fiercely protective of Amy, and they always covered each other's backs in anything they did. Therefore, I was particularly concerned that the last two weeks they had been fighting quite often. Since they had always been so good about working things out, I had not been interfering, hoping it would resolve itself. I was petrified that my sweet, wonderful girls were finally turning into the teenage monsters so common among our acquaintances. Even the other girls had noticed the tension occasionally and seemed to be a little uncomfortable at times.

I had noticed that it was always Cindi that started the fights, and usually about stupid things that had never been a problem before. Ok, I will admit, and everyone knew, that if I had a favorite, it was Amy, because she looked so much like her mom. I loved Cindi dearly, and I do not think I ever showed favoritism, but we all knew it was there. No one, including Cindi, minded - they were treated equally; she just knew that Amy was special to me and Cindi thought it was cool. I say this to make the point that I was sure I was not just blaming it on Cindi - I had observed several times when they did not know I was listening to what was happening. Amy, being as laid back as she was, pretty much remained cool about it, but I could tell she was as confused as I was. I was also disturbed that over the last two weeks Cindi had stopped cuddling with me, was not sitting on my lap anymore and in fact seemed to be avoiding all physical contact with me. I had known that the degree of contact with the girls would inevitable begin to taper off as they got older, but I was not ready for it yet, and I assumed it would occur slowly, not to this radical degree. I was wondering if I had done something wrong, but neither of the girls had ever shown much reticence to bring it to my attention if I had done something stupid. Something was definitely wrong.

I was sitting in the living room thinking about all of this and wondering what to do about it, if anything, when I heard something drop through the mail slot. When I went to check on it, I found a package lying on the floor. Whoever had pushed it through was long gone by the time I went to look. When I opened it, I found a video tape. There was no title, no note, nothing indicating what it was or whom it was from. Being curious, bored, and at a dead end as to what to do about the girls, I turned on the TV, put the tape in, and started watching it. I was very shocked by what I saw, and my life changed forever in that moment. For what I saw was my pretty, sweet daughter Cindi, being gang date raped by three guys she knew, one of which was her boyfriend.

 I tumbled down a bank a bit,this part being littered with dumped rubble. Bricks and stuff. - Nothing! Drat,now about to leave feeling rather pissy,I kicked at a half brick and as it flew away further down the small slope,I spotted something. It was paper and sure enough,not one but two rolls were looking up at me. Straight away I knew what had happened,the brick I had kicked was the very one that had tripped the old guy and these note rolls had beaten it down the slope only to get hidden beneath it.

 Looking furtively around I pocketed my loot and fox like headed away from the scene. Christ I had a grand plus,enough to fuck every pussy in the district if I fancied too. My sister latched on to me as I appeared, "Giss a fiver in lieu" - "I'll give you it if you get your mate to come over with hers" - "What Jenny,you want her as well as me? She reckons she's never had it. How much would you offer her anyway?" - "How much do you reckon it would take?" - "Dunno! About my fiver,do I get it even if she says no?" - "Yeah,because you'll be in tonight to deliver your own one I assume" - "Course,thing is I'm not sure I want to share you with her" - "Why?" - "The money: That would mean less for me" - "Look I promise you,each time we get me another pussy,I'll give you a bonus to cover your share of the input" 

 You're really worrying me now,where's all this money coming from,wont it run out soon?" - "No,no chance of that happening now, - Oops,I shouldn't have said that!" - She said no more about where but shot off at a tangent now. "Aunt was round our house while you've been gone,I heard 'em moaning about how short money is and things they joked to each other about what they'd do to get some" - "Like?" - "Like we were on about" - "What sex on the side?" - "Yeah,even mum,they said it in front of me, - I 'spose they see me as grown up; and guess what our aunt said directly to me,Beth,Beth,you remember,that thing between your legs is worth a fortune used right. I nearly shit myself,I thought for a mo' something had been twigged about what we do. I wish she'd call me Betty,I hate Beth,don't you?"

 My sister started my hormones off again,I wonder what fucking an older woman will be like? "Here" I passed a fiver to her. "Ta! I'll be cunning about what you want,where would you do her if she comes over with her,You know,PUSSY?" - "Get her too and let me know when and where,I know you know some places" - "She wont stay on her own waiting for you,what about then? Where do I go while you're having her?" - "You could always ask her if she minded you staying to watch us doing it"- "Filthy pig,she'd never agree to me watching,anyway,I'm not sure I wouldn't I'd be jealous" - Well she could watch me fuck you after" - "That's sick,we can't let her or anybody know you're screwing me,I'm still your sister" - "Hark at her,the one whose getting wet knickers at the thought of getting me to fuck our aunt, - and mum,given a chance" - "Don't be stupid,I've never said that" - "Hold on,who said just now they're both short of money,you wouldn't have told me if you didn't want them fucked by me. You've got a real slutty mind since I took your cherry" - "Shut up you shit"

 "How much do you think it would take, to get our aunt say?" - "Dunno,she'd probably freak out at the suggestion anyway" - "Ask her when you see her again" - "Don't be stupid,how could I do that idiot, - Oh I just say,my brother wants a shag,how much would you charge him" - "No you donut,ask her about her comment to you,like - How she would use your pussy to get money if she was you,something of that nature" - She blushed, "I'd die saying that too her" - "Why,unlike mum,she cusses like a trooper in front of us and never seems embarrassed about anything. Remember when she told everybody when I burst into the toilet and I seen her pussy,I could have shivelled up when she said I stood looking at her hairy pubes. Not very ladylike was it,not even for a little toad like me"

 "Did you see it like she told it?" - "Yeah and more,she never attempted to hide it with any embarrassment,female flasher,she is. 'Well you'll have to see one sometime I suppose' was what she really said but she missed that bit out and she kept her clothes up as I oggled her before shooting out of there like a rocket. Lots of brown fur all over her belly there was. - Sister giggled, "not like mine then? Blondish" We left it at that...

 Jenny flatly refused and asked my sister why I offered money to do her. Betty blagged her way out of that by saying,because she was that much older she'd never drop 'em for a kid. They both laughed at this and Jenny commented, "You never know I might do" I was gutted especially when she added, "Now if that Denzil had wanted to,I'd gush all over him" Gutted I was,that little shit was even younger than I - Bastard.

 So,I left this for now and used my sisters pussy each night again now I was the riched fucker around... Awhile after my moments with sister,she caught me in my room all agosh. "Guess what,you'll never guess where I've just come from" - "Aunts" - "How do you know that?2 - "Hark at you,you'll bust in a minute" - "You'll never guess,I asked her" - "You didn't" - "I did" - "Never,what did she say? Did she cuss you?" - "NO,You'll never believe it, - she said 'right now,I'm so skint,a bloke,any bloke could have mine for £40. Anytime now a knock at the door will shit me out,I need £40 and I'd do anything to get It,- that is apart from murdering somebody' I said,is that what I should expect for mine" - She laughed at that, "No,you got loads of time to work out how much yours is worth before you use it. Bloody hell,if she only knew what we've been doing" 

 Excitedly she said, "I haven't finished yet,listen to this. I said to her,I know where there's that much,but you'd have to promise not to tell mum or anybody" - Aunt looked at me suspiciously. 'Nobody round here has money like that,don't be horrible to me,I'm really worried about this mind' - I said, "NO. I do but the little shit bribes people with it" - 'Bribes? How? Who bribes?' - "I better not say,I shouldn't have said anything but you seem so worried" - 'I am,I can tell you. Can't I get you to say,bribe sounds dodgy to me,what about? how can one be bribed?' - "I lied to her then,I said" - "He bribes girls to have sex with him" - 'Who? come on Beth,you know more than you're letting on,it can't be your dad,he's got no more than me and anyway I asked 'em if they could lend me some' - 'I'm really desperate,sex you say! I'm wondering now whether that's the only way I got,you know fucking some rich bastard,I didn't aught to tell you this but I'm a tigress in bed,when your uncle was around I nearly killed him,thinking about it,perhaps I did'

 "Ah! Aunty,this is too close to home for that" - She looked me straight in the eye then,as though reading my brain. 'You little cow,you're talking about the young perv' that young sodding brother of yours that crashed in the toilet that time just so he could see my pussy, It shook him when I just stood there letting him look at it,I tell you he was really shitted up,shot out like a real chicken little shit,but I love his heart out really,its a wonder he hasn't ever hit on you. I see a lot of me in him and I hit on my brother, - Promise not to tel elsie - our mum - mind,he gave in in the end and got my virginity off me.

 "She brightened then" - 'It is him 'course he's to young to hit on an old bag like me,but christ I couldn't half use £40' - "I whispered in her ear then. It is and he wants to you know,he wants to with you,he confided in me,said he reckoned you'd do him better than stupid girls do" - She - 'He said that? Christ the dirty little sod,seeing my quim must have turned his brain don't you think? anyway,what's he been up to,where would he have that sort of money  anyway?'

 He told me he'd found it,but that's all" - 'A likely story that,but I could use some bloody money quickly,he's sixteen now isn't he? - "Yeah" -  Tell him his favourite aunt wants to see him more often. If I ain't his favourite now,I will be when he leaves here,but what ever happens,tell him we and he hasn't had this conversation' -

 "Don't make it too obvious,but if you turn up there I reckon you got a chance with her" - "Yeah, but £40,that would give me eight goes with you" - "Ten boy,don't forget my commission" - " A tenner,I didn't say a tenner" - No but think about that juicy old pussy I've gotten you,if you play hard with her like you do me,make her give you one for each fiver,or a tenner at most,but she really is desperate so either way you'll have to give her credit,she needs £40 like yesterday,so don't muck about boy get over there and if you do her,make sure you wash your cock after or I wont be available tonight and don't forget my tenner"

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 ... I returned and my sister duly entered quietly into my bed for her helping of hardon. - "Did she let you? What was it like? Go on tell me" - I started to lick and she immediately responded, it was clear the thought of what I'd been up to had made very randy. - "Lets do it then I'll tell you how I got on,you're so wet you wont be able to concentrate till you've cum off" - "Bastard,I still want to know what you done mind, OOO G-O-D Keep doing that,what are you touching inside me,its making my legs go all stiff OO OO O-O-O-O. - Aunt had passed a lesson on that I now passed on too my sister and her orgasm followed in seconds and kept on and on till she begged to be fucked before her legs fell off. Welcome to her 'G' spot.

 Aunt?? Well you may ask? more on her next time!

Next, I went to see Chief Haskin. After chatting for a while and catching up on our families, I asked him how the investigation was going on the accident. He looked at me strangely, and said the driver was drunk and ran a red light. I asked him if he had checked carefully for other causes. What was the cause of death? Usually dump truck drivers did not die from hitting cars. He looked at me in silence for a minute.

"Is there something you know that I don't?"

"No, I just have an uncomfortable feeling. Just being thorough. Do me a favor, will you? Look at it again. Yourself, personally. You know how paranoid Victoria is. I just want to be able to tell her we are sure."

He agreed he would check it out and let me know.

When I got back to the office, there was a small package waiting for me. It was a ballpoint pen. One of those fancy gel ones. This one was really fancy, though. It contained a cellular phone and a two-way paging radio. The Nextel type that paged anywhere in the country for instant two way talking. And network wide paging. A codebook listed various quick dial numbers. I was #1. Captain Jensen was #2. There were various other numbers listed. Amy and Victoria's cell phone numbers were listed, as was Katie's. However, Katie did not have a cell phone. Oops, yes she did, it was in the package also, nationwide service paid up for two years. She would be excited. Incidentally, the pen really did write also.

I changed my mind about letting "Victoria's people" know that I was providing security for my family now. I knew if I did that, Victoria would find out about it. I did not want that. It could put her in an uncomfortable light with her people. Also, I did not want her to know for her own protection. And... I just did not want her to know. Period. I wasn't so sure there was not a leak somewhere in her organization. I would just depend on the people I was working with to keep things under control. They were the ultimate professionals. Chances are "Victoria's people" would not even know they were there.

When I got home, I discovered a message on the answering machine from Victoria saying she would be home this weekend. Good. It was going to be a special time, because it was our birthday.

Yes, our birthday. One of the odd things about Victoria and I was that we shared the same birthday. We thought it was neat when we first started going together. Just another one of those similarities that attracted us from the beginning. Like both of us being shy growing up... Both of us being number one in our class in high school. Both of us being kind of nerds and computer geeks. Both of us being adopted. It was as if we were made for each other. We still felt that way. However, it made for really fun birthdays. It became a big family event, usually lasting for the whole weekend. We would go see her parents over the weekend also, almost like Christmas. It did help a lot in not forgetting her birthday. I guess it really wasn't that weird. There were four people in my grade school class that had the same birthday as me. I guess I could have married any one of them. Well, three of them, anyway. I would have had to change my sexual preference to marry the fourth one. Anyway, Victoria always managed to get home over that time. It was the one time she never failed to get off.

When I got home, Amy and Katie were already home. Katie was sitting there, all puffy eyed from crying, and Amy had her arm around her, looking serious. She had that 'do something, fix it daddy' look on her face. Uh oh. Another crisis. I hoped it was a silly teenage one, not something serious.

Well, I had plenty of experience with things like this with Cindi. Would I ever stop being sad when I thought about her? I went over, sat next to Katie, and put my arm around her. She dived into my chest and started sobbing. Katie is not as emotional as Cindi was, but she was not far off. She did know how to cry. I looked over at Amy. She just looked at me with big serious eyes and said nothing. Soon the waterworks dried up a little.

"Hey, pretty girl, want to tell me what the matter is?"

She shook her head no. I tickled her a little, getting a little smile.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded her head. So I tickled her some more. She started giggling. I kept tickling her until she was laughing and trying to get away. I held her down.

"Please, stop!" she giggled.

"What will you give me if I stop?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?" I smirked.

She giggled. "Well, almost anything. I lost that a long time ago!" Giggle.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for you telling me what the matter is, then."

Her lip quivered. "You cheated! That's not fair!"

"It can't be that bad, Katie. We will figure it out. Let me help you. That's what Daddy's are for."

"My mom kicked me out of the house!" she sobbed. "What am I going to do? I don't have anywhere to go, I have no money, and I can't even get a job." I kept myself from smiling. This was serious to her. But a 13-year-old even thinking she could get a job?

"Is there any other relative you could live with?" I asked.

"No one cares about me. Who cares about a foster child? Even my mother and father never really cared. I won't go live with my father! I won't! I won't! I will run away first! Even if there were someone that wanted me, I would have to move and not see Amy anymore. She is the only friend I have... I cannot go back to that empty place again...

"I'll kill myself first." She whispered in a tiny voice.

Amy looked terrified. My heart turned over. I lost it. I grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her.

"You will not! You will never do that! I won't allow it! You understand me!" I yelled at her. "I won't lose another daughter," I whispered, tears running down my face.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. You've been so nice to me. But, I will not go back to my father. And I won't leave Amy. I can't go back there... I can't. You have no idea what it's like... I would die."

She was serious. I could see it in her face. She was more upset than I had ever seen her, but at the same time, she was icy calm about what she said. She hugged Amy, sobbing.

"Well, it seems to me this is easy to fix. You can just stay here. You are here most of the time anyway. You can just move into... Cindi's room."

"I couldn't do that."

"Why? You don't like us?" I teased.

She missed the teasing. "Oh, no! It's not that! I love you people! I just couldn't impose on you."

"Cindi, you would not be imposing. I love you like a daughter. You are rapidly filling an empty place in me that I thought would never be filled again. You are more than welcome here as long as you want," I assured her.

She looked at me shyly, with tears in her eyes. "You called me Cindi," she said in a soft voice.

I looked at her, shocked. I thought back to what I had said. I had. She looked like her. She was taking her place in my heart. I had been afraid I would make that mistake and call her that someday.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not," she said, fervently. "I would love you to think of me as Cindi. I will gladly be your Cindi any day." We hugged each other and cried. I wondered if she would say that if she knew everything Cindi had been to me. Whom was I kidding? She probably would in a heartbeat. I was the one that had a problem with it. Even my wife did not mind.

Finally, I booted them off the couch.

"Go make supper, you two freeloaders. I have some work to do"

"Freeloaders! How dare you!" Amy giggled. Zing! I got out of there before the next pillow flew.

I went into the other room and called Victoria.

"Hello?"

"Hi!"

"Hi. Is everything ok? The last time you called me like this..."

"No," I reassured her. "Everything is fine."

"In that case, Hi! This is a pleasant surprise. I love hearing from you!"

"I have a question to ask you. Katie was kicked out of her house today. Can she stay here?"

Victoria squealed in delight. "Of course she can! You didn't even need to ask. Wait... there's more, isn't there?"

"Well... yeah. Promise you won't yell at me? And you'll tell me honestly what you really think?"

"Ok. What did you do? I am going to yell at you if you don't tell me pretty quick!"

"Well," I stalled, "I just found out that Katie is a foster child. What would you think about us... adopting her?"

There was a long pause. My heart was in my throat. Then I heard Victoria sniffle.

"Are you crying?"

"God, I love you so much!" she said firmly but quietly. "You are so sweet. I think that is the most wonderful idea I have ever heard. You really love her, don't you?"

"I can't explain it, Victoria. I miss Cindi so much, but when Katie is around, it is a little easier to take. I know she's not Cindi, but she just fits in there so well. She needs to have a family so bad, and she wants it to be us. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Mind? I think it is a wonderful idea. We can talk about it with her this weekend. We will need to talk to her mother. She can move into Cindi's room. Even some of her clothes..." Victoria was off and running. Being a Mom. I told her I had to go eat dinner and I would talk to her later.

When I went back into the kitchen, I remembered Katie's cell phone. I brought it into the kitchen.

"Here, Katie, I got this for you today."

Her mouth fell open. She looked at it as if I had just given her a new car. Amy ran over to look at it. They both jumped up and down in the middle of the floor, giggling. Dinner was forgotten for a while as they sat down and did those things that only teenagers know how to do with electronics. Did you know Amy can actually program the VCR we have? Certifiable genius. We do not use it much anymore, but she still programs it whenever it needs it, making sure I am in the room when she does it, just to irritate me. I finally took the phone away from them so we could eat. They looked like I had just taken their puppy to the pound.

"You can have it back after supper. Don't cry, Amy!" She stuck out her tongue at me.

"You must carry that with you everywhere you go, you understand, Katie?" She nodded. "Amy, do you carry yours with you all the time?"

"Usually."

"All the time, Amy. Without fail," I told her. Amy looked at me, head cocked to one side slightly. Then she gave me an imperceptible nod of her head, a serious look on her face.

"Yes, Daddy." I could see the question in her eyes.

Later that night, as I tried to go to sleep, I felt Amy slide into bed and snuggle up to me.

"Are you awake, Daddy?"

"Of course. How could I be asleep with a pretty girl cuddled up to me?"

"Flatterer!" she giggled. There was a pause. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked shyly.

What was this? Lack of confidence from Amy?

I turned over to face her. "Amy, you are just about the prettiest girl I have ever seen. You have to know you're pretty."

"Just about? I know. It's just... you're my Dad. I wasn't sure you would think so."

"It works the other way, pretty lady. Dad's always think their babies are pretty."

"So, do you think I'm as pretty as you did the last time I was in bed with you?" she giggled. I knew right away what she was referring to — the time her hand had accidentally brushed against me. She reached over slowly, and laid her hand against me. "Oh my goodness! I guess so!" She removed her hand. "Thank you, Daddy."

Then, she got to why she really came to see me.

"What's wrong, Daddy? Why do you seem so sad tonight?"

"I'm sorry, honey. I have just been... really missing Cindi today. Some days are worse than others... this has been a bad one." I confessed.

"I know. If you could have anything, Daddy, other than having her back — that's a given — what would you want?"

"I think I would just like to talk to her one more time. Just hear her voice one more time."

"Close your eyes, Daddy," Amy said softly.

As I lay there with my eyes closed, wondering what was going to happen, knowing if Amy was involved it would be good and not boring, I felt a soft kiss on my cheek.

"I'm so glad to be here with you, Daddy, I just love you so much and I know that you love me too and I just miss you so much Daddy and you know I would be here with you if I could, please don't be sad for me Daddy I can't stand to see you sad you know I love you and take good care of Mommy and Amy and Katie for me, ok Daddy?"

My God! Cindi! It was her voice, her way of speaking! I missed those run on sentences. Before I could open my eyes in shock, Amy put her hands gently on my eyelids.

"Uh uh. Keep those eyes closed, or she will go away. Wait here." I felt her leave my side.

A minute later, I swear I felt Cindi's body snuggle up to me. I continued to hear Cindi speaking softly to me, telling me how much she loved me, holding me, kissing me gently on my neck and cheek. Then she said goodbye and left me.

When Amy told me, I opened my eyes. Katie was snuggled up to me, smiling shyly, eyes bright and moist. Amy was smiling gently.

"Ok, I understand the body, which was Katie — she looks and feels so much like Cindi. Thank you, dear." I said, as I kissed her. She blushed. "But where did the voice come from, the manner of speaking?"

Amy laughed. "Daddy, I have lived with Cindi for 13 years. We went everywhere together. We shared thoughts, good times and bad. I know her maybe better than she knew herself. I am Cindi and she is me. I can be Cindi for you anytime you want. All you had to do was ask. I wasn't sure I wouldn't make you sadder if I was her for you, so I didn't dare." She bit her lower lip, a sign she was thinking of asking something. "Have you been dreaming of her?" she asked softly. She noticed my look of surprise. "Me too. Very realistic dreams." She tilted her head to the side. "I don't know what it means. Go to sleep now, Daddy."

Katie started to get up off the bed.

"Oh, no, little girl. After that performance, you have to play Cindi all night tonight. You're sleeping here with me." I said as I held her hands. Amy looked at Cindi's face and laughed. "Not like that, dear. Just to snuggle." I told her.

"Darn!" Katie said sheepishly. She and Amy snuggled with me all night long, one on each side. It was the best night's sleep I had had in awhile. It was the first time I went all night without missing Cindi, feeling sad about her. I love my girls!

I woke up the next morning feeling as well loved as a man could be. Katie was laying on top of me (God, she reminds me of Cindi more every day!) and Amy was snuggled as close to me as she could get without being on top of me, with her head on my shoulder and her arm and one leg thrown over me. Man, I have cuddly girls! Since both of them have really long hair, one blond and the other black, there was hair scattered all over the bed, making a pretty two-tone collage. I just lay there for a while, enjoying the view, with a lump in my throat.

Finally, I decided it was time to begin the arduous task of getting these pretty, sleepy little teenagers up for the day. What is it with these kids, anyway? They are the most impressive bundles of energy all day long, never tiring out; but as soon as they hit the bed, waking them up is like waking up the dead. Maybe I should just make thunder noises in Amy's ear — that would wake her up! Maybe not — she was already in daddy's bed, where she runs to be safe! They moaned and groaned, whined and whimpered as I tried to convince them to get out of bed. Finally, I had to use the nuclear option; the threat of a glass of ice water over their heads. Their eyes flew open immediately when I threatened that; "You wouldn't dare!" they protested, with this 'would you?' look in their eyes. What would adults ever do for fun without teenagers to tease?

I got the girls bundled off to school and then went to work. There was nothing new on either the hospital or the police front as far as the investigations. Everything was fine until about 11:30, when I received a call from the school to come pick up my daughter. The school assured me that she was fine, but I needed to take her home. Puzzled, I arrived to find Amy and Katie in the waiting room of the principal's office. Both looked somewhat disheveled. Amy was mad! Katie looked scared. Before I could talk to them, the principal called me into his office. After introducing himself and exchanging pleasantries, we got down to business.

"We had an altercation here at the school involving your daughter Amy and, as I understand it, another young lady that is in your care, Katie. I brought you in here before you talked to them to let you know that all the eyewitness accounts, and my investigation has verified that neither your daughter nor Katie were to blame for the situation that developed. They did not start it. Your daughter did, however, finish it in rather spectacular fashion. If it were not for Katie's calming influence on Amy, things could have gotten out of hand."

"What happened? How did it all start?" I asked.

"There is a group of girls and boys here who have never liked, nor gotten along with the group of cheerleaders your daughter and Katie are a part of. They have never gotten along well, but there has never been a problem before. Apparently that changed today, due to some emotional stress you daughter has been under?"

"Amy has been under a lot of stress. In the last two months, she has almost died herself from a very serious illness and her twin sister was killed in an automobile accident. She has made remarkable progress in the last couple of weeks, but she is still a little fragile and unstable at times. So, what did the unfortunate "victims" make the mistake of saying or doing to Amy?" I enquired.

"I really hate to even go into what happened, as it was rather crude, but you have a right to know. Apparently, Katie has never been very popular with the crowd outside her immediate circle of friends, and she has been teased a lot. She also apparently has at least a reputation among the gossip crowd of being more sexually active than most of the other girls. We have seen no proof of that, but the rumor is there. Apparently, one of the boys that she has refused to date called her a slut. Several of the girls friendly with him joined in. This has happened before, but this is the first time Amy heard it. Amy calmly informed them that if they wished to continue living in the manner they had become accustomed, they would not refer to her friend that way. Apparently the two of them have gotten quite close." He stopped speaking at this point.

"Yes, they have. But so far you haven't told me anything that would account for my daughter and her friend being in the principal's office." I looked at him questioningly.

"That's true. This part is painful for me to relate to you. Apparently, the group in question then turned their attention to Amy, and... um... asked her if she was going to defend this slut since her own slut sister wasn't around anymore."

I gasped and turned white, I am sure. The principal looked very upset and concerned.

"I guess I should ask at this point how many of those children are still in the hospital."

"It was over pretty quickly. Your daughter seems to have had some good teachers in the art of self-defense. All four of the offending students were on the ground in very short order. By that time, Katie was over her shock and removed Amy from the scene. Fortunately, none of the students were seriously hurt. I think once the parents understand what happened and the ramifications of the nature of the teasing, it will all blow over quickly. I would, however, encourage you to talk to your daughter about over reacting to unpleasant stimuli."

I thanked the principal for his time and understanding, and went out to collect my little juvenile delinquents. Amy appeared to be more scared than angry now; Katie, not knowing how I dealt with such situations, was very scared. I took them out to the car, put them in, and headed for home, without saying a word.

"Daddy..." Amy started.

"Not now, Amy. We will talk when we get home." Both of them looked unhappy.

When we got inside the house, we all sat down on the couch.

"First of all, are either of you hurt?" I asked calmly.

They both shook their heads no.

"Ok. Good. Now, suppose you two explain to me why I had to go down to the school today to pick up my daughter, my sweet gentle daughter who is the apple of my eye, who has never been in trouble in her life, to take her home, because of fighting. Fighting??? What got into you, Amy? I never thought I would be disappointed in you." I looked at Katie. "I'm glad at least someone had enough sense to do the smart thing." I sighed in frustration. I saw Amy's eyes fill with tears. Since she had been a little girl, the most effective way to discipline her was to show disappointment in her.

"Daddy..." Tears flowed down her face as her lower lip trembled and her voice shook. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

I pulled her over onto my lap and hugged her close, as she put her arms around my neck and cried. After a few minutes, she calmed down. I wiped her tears, held a Kleenex to her nose, and told her to blow. She gave me an 'I'm not a baby' look, and then blew her nose.

I kissed her forehead. "Tell me, honey, what happened."

"We were minding our own b... b... business and they started c... c... calling Katie a slut and I told them to s... s... stop, and then they called Cindi a slut," she sobbed. "Cindi wasn't a slut, Daddy, she was r... r... raped! She wasn't a slut!" She cried softly, tears rolling down her face. Katie was looking at us, eyes wide in horror, as she started crying also. She obviously had never heard about what Amy was referring to. She looked terrified; I really did not like the look on her face. 'Please, do not let this mean what I think it means' I prayed.

"And so you beat them up. Amy, both the principal and I were impressed how you handled yourself, but what were you trying to accomplish?

"I was protecting Cindi!" she whispered. She looked at me, confused.

"From what, Amy? Amy, honey, I am so sorry, but Cindi is dead. How did it help her by what you did? How would she have been hurt if you had walked away? Amy, honey, you risked getting hurt, and hurting others, being kicked out of school, and maybe even spending time in juvenile detention had someone been severely hurt. You also risked Katie getting hurt had the fight gone differently. Did you think of that? Did you think that if you get kicked out of school you would have to go to another school different from Katie?"

Amy was crying again, her eyes wide in shock as she looked at Katie. Katie was not paying attention to us; she had a dazed look on her face, as if she was in another world. I was afraid the world her mind was in right now was not a very pleasant place. I was worried about her. Something was going on here.

"What would you have done, Daddy?" Amy asked in a tiny voice.

I sighed. I knew we were going to get here eventually. All I could do was be honest with her.

"Amy, I would probably have kicked their asses, just like you did. And I would have been just as wrong as you were. Reactions like what you had in that situation must be reserved for situations where life is in danger, or protecting the well-being of others, or even defense of property. But you must pick the times very carefully when such actions are used."

"I'm so sorry, Daddy! I didn't think. I just got so mad. Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you, honey. I understand. You have been through some hard times lately. I probably would have done the same thing had someone said those things about Cindi, especially now. I am not so upset at what you did, honey. I just want you to think next time, that this does not become a habit in how you react to these situations. By the way, honey, where did you learn how to fight like that?"

"I didn't. I just knew what to do. I don't know how."

I turned to Katie.

"Katie, honey, why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed?" She pulled herself away from her thoughts and went into the bathroom.

"Ok, Amy, I've gotten Katie out of here so she doesn't hear things she shouldn't. Now, ask what I can see in your eyes you want to ask."

"What about Mommy, Daddy? How do the things she does fit into this? What about the time at the fair?"

"The fair was a different situation. Both you and your Mother's well-being, if not your life were in danger. They meant to at least rape the two of you. Maybe your Mother over-reacted, but she had reason to be worried and that is how she has been trained. Amy, your Mother is an adult. All adults have to make decisions to do the things they feel are right. Your Mother's job requires her to do things that in other situations or for other people would be wrong. I know she only uses her abilities in situations where she has to, in self-defense or in defense of her family. I have talked to others in her organization and verified that. Even though she is totally committed to what she does, there are many times when she comes home after being out of town that she cries at night when she thinks I am asleep. Don't ever tell her I know that. She pays a price for what she feels has to be done. I respect her greatly for that."

"I understand, Daddy. So you do know what Mommy's job is?"

"Yes, sweetie, I know what she does; I just let her think I don't. I have told you that, too. It is sometimes better to not broadcast everything you know."

Amy looked at me thoughtfully. "Like not telling us everything you do also, right Dad?"

I reached over and kissed her on the cheek. "I think it's time for you to go to bed, Amy. Go kick Katie out of the shower before she uses all the hot water."

After everything that went on that day, and the long talk with Amy, I could not sleep that night. I went down into the basement and watched TV, hoping to fall asleep on the couch. But all I could think of was that look on Katie's face and in her eyes. I hoped she was ok.

She looked at it, puzzled. "It's the right time." She insisted. Then, she reached over and gently bit my ear as she realized what I was saying. Ah, so there was a difference between Cindi and Katie. Cindi would never have gotten that joke. After a little more hugging, she steered me over to the chair to sit down. She looked at me for a second, head tilted sideways slightly (I love it when they do that), then started to rub my shoulders. Sometimes there are advantages to having girls that can sense emotions. She made my back feel better. I didn't really care if it did or not, as long as she kept kissing my neck and kept those cute little hands on me. Then she slipped onto my lap and kissed me. That was good, too. She whispered in my ear how she would like to make something else feel good, too, but Amy would probably feel that emotion. Then she served and fed me breakfast.

By the time Amy stumbled in, I was eating my own breakfast; Katie was hungry and was eating her own instead of feeding me. Amy walked in, took one look at Katie, looked at me with a surprised but pleased look on her face, and then mouthed "thank you!" to me and went over to get her own breakfast. She sat down to eat, and Katie and she proceeded to have one of those teenage conversations where I wasn't even sure what language they were speaking, much less understand any of it. I could've bought a Porsche for what I spent sending them to school just so they could talk like that! Well, not really, but you get my point. After Katie left to get ready for school, Amy looked closely at me.

"Thank you, Daddy, for whatever you did last night to cheer up Katie. I can't stand to see her unhappy. I don't know how you do it; you always were able to do the same thing with Cindi." Brief jolt of sadness for both of us at the mention of Cindi.

"Well, Amy, if you got sad once in a while I could show you," I teased. Then I turned serious. "Of course, the one time you did I was a miserable failure."

"Daddy! That's not true. You were a big reason why I came back. We just needed a little help."

"Your Mom will be in town tomorrow," I reminded Amy. Katie walked back into the room as I said it.

"Really?" Katie asked.

"Yeah. It's their birthday. Nice hint, Dad." Amy the smart aleck. We told Katie about the whole weekend of festivities we usually had planned. She was excited. They never did anything fun like that in her family.

After dropping the girls off at school, I decided to see a lawyer friend of mine. I told him about Katie's situation, and asked him about adopting her. He said I would need a signed statement from her current "mother" releasing her. I thought that would be easy, even if I had to bribe her. He said statements from the real parents might or might not be necessary depending on the language of the judgment of the court. He would research that, and get back to me. In any case, unless someone fought it, it should be able to be done quickly, since she was already living with us. I told him to let me know if there were any problems and I would take care of it.

I checked in with Chief Haskin to see if there was any progress with the accident investigation, but he wasn't in. I told his secretary I would check back in later, and headed for work. I checked in with the Director of Microbiology about Amy's bug. He told me they had made some substantial progress, but he couldn't tell me anything yet. He'd let me know when he had something. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I had the feeling he knew more than he was saying and that he wasn't happy with what he knew.

After work, I stopped by a jewelry store to pick up Victoria's birthday present. I had put it on layaway a few weeks ago when I saw her admiring it. I'm sure I wouldn't surprise her, but she would enjoy it anyway. When I got home, Amy and Katie had supper ready again. I could get used to this.

After supper, Amy came down to talk to me. Must be serious, I thought, the 'twins' were not together.

"Dad," she started. Yep. Dad. Serious. "Can I ask you a question?" Really serious. She didn't sit down or cuddle.

"No, Amy, you are not allowed to ever talk to me again. Of course you can ask me a question."

"Well, it's just that I know you aren't going to answer it, so I don't know why I am bothering... Dad, do you have someone following us?"

Damn! Certifiable genius. I never expected her to notice that, though. Those guys are good.

"Why would I have anyone following you, honey?"

She rolled her eyes, gave me an 'Amy' look, and stamped her foot in frustration.

"Look, Dad, I know I'm just a kid, so I don't really expect you to tell me things that you haven't even told Mom about what you really do for a living, but don't treat me like an idiot, ok? I want to know if this is something I should be worried about, or if there is something I should know about. I guess I could just take him out next time I see him and ask him myself. You know I can do that.

Damn it. Why does she have to be so damn smart all the time? Why not just when I'm ready for it and think it is cute?

"Ok, Amy. I won't treat you like the idiot you are acting like. What did he look like, and how did he act?" She described him and his actions to me. Nothing to worry about; one of mine. Except a 13 year old girl had just made one of the best shadowers I had ever met. Maybe I should hire her!

"Don't worry about it, Amy. He's one of the good guys. Just a little added protection I arranged for my family."

"And your family would need added protection why?" Great. She wasn't going to let this go. I guess I was going to have to piss her off.

"Let me worry about that, ok sweetie? You just concentrate on being a teenager that doesn't irritate her parents too much. Ok?" That should just about do it.

She gave me another 'Amy' look.

"Strange, how someone who works in a hospital can arrange protection like that." She stomped off.

Well! That was fun. Wonder how long she would be mad at me about that?

I had trouble sleeping again that night, so I went down to the basement to watch TV again. Maybe the excitement about the upcoming weekend; I really did enjoy these times together. Maybe an uncomfortable feeling I had that I was not going to like the results of the investigations that were running. Maybe I was just secretly hoping Katie would come find me. Whatever the reason, I finally dozed off, only to wake up with Katie sitting on my lap kissing me.

"Hey, sleepy head. Couldn't stay awake waiting for me? If you are really tired, I can leave you alone tonight."

I put my arms around her and held her so she could not get away.

"You are not going anywhere, Little One. Now, what was this you were going to show me this morning that Amy would have picked up on?"

She grinned, giggled, and slowly took her clothes off. Not that she had a lot on anyway. The universal uniform, panties and a tee shirt. Then she just as slowly took my clothes off. I love it when she undresses me. Then she swallowed my cock all the way, and gave me one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. The things she does with her tongue, lips, hands and teeth had me filling her mouth within minutes. Then she sat down on me, taking me inside her before I could get soft, and proceeded to bring herself to an orgasm as I watched. I just love to watch her tremble and shake all over, with her head buried in my neck, kissing me and trying to keep from screaming her brains out.

We cuddled for a while, and then she started to cry. I instinctively knew this was not the usual happy cry. Something was wrong.

"What is it, pretty lady? Talk to me."

"You are going to hate me so much. I seduced you and started this whole thing and now I have to stop it. I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.

"Sweetheart, this has always been up to you, whenever you need it. We can stop whenever you feel the need to. But why do you have to stop it?"

"I don't want to! I love you so much, and you make me feel so good I cannot believe it. You and Victoria have been so nice to me, giving me a place to stay, and even talking about adopting me. And I repay Victoria for all her kindness by seducing her husband behind her back. The kids at school are right — I am just a slut." She sobbed brokenly against my chest.

This was going to be fun. I love problems this easy to solve. I lifted her head up, looked into her eyes, and wiped her tears away, kissing her gently.

"Katie... look at me. You are not a slut. Sluts sleep with multiple guys at once. You are not two-timing me are you? And you said you were seducing me behind Victoria's back. Would it help it I told her about it?" I teased, trying to get her to laugh.

She smiled shyly. "Well, I'm not sleeping with or making out with anyone else. I am dating someone, though." She looked at me nervously. "Is that ok?" Then what I said dawned on her. "No! Please don't tell Victoria! She would hate me! Not to mention she'd probably kill me and kick me out of the house!" She looked frantic. She did not seem to see the humor of being killed and then kicked out of the house.

"Of course it is ok. You should be dating boys your own age. Katie, you know I love Victoria very much. You said I was a nice, sweet guy. Did you ever wonder why I gave in to you so easily? Why I did these same things with Cindi?

"Well... because I seduced you and you couldn't resist, because I remind you of Cindi? Because you felt sorry for both of us? Because you get lonely and... you know... when Victoria is gone so much? I don't know."

I laughed. "You certainly are very pretty and sexy, Little One, and you would be hard to resist, but I think I could have managed it if I had wanted to." She blushed prettily. "The truth is, Katie, Cindi did seduce me the first time, but Victoria knew about it by the second time we made love. She approved of it, because of the good effects it was having on Cindi's recovery. She also told me in so many words that I was a fool and she would kick my butt if I did not make love to you. She has given me permission to be with you anytime she is out of town. Not only given permission, but strongly encouraged it."

"WHAT?!? Why would she do that? Why would she share someone like you with someone like me?" Katie looked stunned.

"Because she loves you. She knows I love you. She knows how much I miss Cindi and how much you remind me of her. She knows how hurt you have been, sexually and emotionally, and she knows I can help with that as I did with Cindi. Because we are grateful to you for saving Amy's life. We discussed things we could do for you in appreciation. She knew you were in love with me and the thing you wanted most in life was to make love to me. Was she right?" She blushed and looked down when I said that.

"Yes," she whispered shyly. "But, I would never try to take you away or make this a permanent arrangement or anything like that! I just want to enjoy you when I can."

"She knows that, Katie. No offence, pretty girl, but you could never take me away from Victoria. No one could. This is not meant to be permanent. You will someday fall in love with a wonderful man and you will not need this anymore. Until then, I am here anytime you need me. As long as Victoria is not in town. As long as you follow certain guidelines. Do not get pregnant. Do not bring diseases home from other guys. Do not tell anyone."

"I would never tell anyone! Those other things would all involve having sex with someone else, and I am just not interested in that. So, you really mean it is ok? She doesn't mind?"

"Yes. Now, shut up and make me happy, Little One!" I teased her.

Suddenly, I had 90 lbs of wiggly, squirmy Katie all over me, kissing, hugging, and sucking everything she could find to get her mouth on. Then she decided she wanted to do something special for me. First, she pretended she was Cindi. That was sad but nice also. Then she pretended she was Amy, giving herself to me for the first time. How hot was that?!? I do not even want to think about that anymore! By the time she left to go back to bed, I was exhausted. I was going to have to get some sleep one of these nights. It was not going to be tomorrow night, though, because Victoria was coming home. I told the girls they could sleep over at Rebecca's house if they wanted, but strangely, they both said no, they would just suffer through it. Giggle, giggle.

When I got home from work that evening and walked into the kitchen, I was greeted with the prettiest sight I could ever want to see. Victoria, Amy and Katie were all working together, cooking dinner. I just stood there and watched, and listened, before they knew I was there. Victoria was the essence of loveliness; at 37, she still looked no more than 25. Amy, looking so much like her, looked older than her 13, maybe 16. For some reason, I doubt it was accidental, they were wearing almost the same outfit. Finally, Katie, looking so different, yet so much like Cindi it took my breath away. The others looked happy, but Katie positively glowed. She was happier than I had ever seen her. I knew Victoria would be talking to me tonight! They were all mine for the whole weekend. Tonight was staying at home night. Tomorrow evening was dinner at Victoria's parents' house. Sunday was the birthday celebration at our house, with just us four.

As we were relaxing after dinner, teasing each other and just generally having a wonderful time, Victoria and I decided it was time to talk to them about Katie's future.

"Amy, Katie," Victoria said, "Your Dad and I have talked about it, and considering Katie's situation at home, we decided we would like to start proceedings to adopt Katie. Your Dad has looked into it and it should not be hard to do, and hopefully would not take that long. What do you girls think about that?"

Of course, Katie was excited. I had warned her not to let on that I had already mentioned it to her. Amy had a strange look on her face, one I could not read. Victoria noticed it too, and looked at me questioningly, but I did not know what was going on.

"Sure. That would be great," Amy said, then burst into tears, ran into her room, and closed the door. Victoria and I looked at each other in shock. We never would have even dreamed that Amy would have a problem with this. Katie started crying and looked devastated. I told Victoria I would talk to Amy and headed for her room. I knocked on the door.

"Amy. It's Daddy. Can I come in, sweetie?"

I heard a very tiny "yes". Amy was lying on her bed, sobbing her heart out. I have never been able to handle females crying. It just tears me up inside. Amy crying has always been particularly upsetting to me, maybe because she does it so seldom. This was several times in the last two months. Poor little thing. I sat down next to her on the bed, took her head and lay it in my lap, and just held her, stroking her hair. Finally, she calmed down a little.

"Want to tell me about it? A very upset little girl out there does not know why you do not want her to be your sister. Honey, how did we screw up? I honestly thought you would be happy about it; we wanted to surprise you. You and Katie seem to be so close..." I was thoroughly confused and upset that I had caused all this commotion. I could just imagine how Katie must feel.

Amy looked at me with big, sad eyes. What had I missed? I felt like I should know why she was crying. I braced myself for the chewing out I was going to get. Amy is not the most forgiving or diplomatic person when she is upset. Usually you did not have to guess what the problem was.

"God, Daddy, I am such a brat! Poor Katie, she must feel just awful. I really am happy for her, and I really think it is a great idea. I would love to have Katie as a sister. It just seems like... we are just forgetting about Cindi. I am so happy around Katie and it just feels like I should be missing Cindi and not being happy. When I heard we were going to adopt Katie, it just seemed we would not even need or remember Cindi anymore. I'm so sorry, I'm so silly, and now I've made a scene and Mom and Katie both probably hate me; Katie's so upset; I can feel how upset she is in my mind. And you have to listen to all this nonsense from me and I'm ruining your birthday weekend... Daddy, is this what they call a relapse? Am I having a relapse? I don't want to go back to the way I was before. Please help me, Daddy!" she cried as she started sobbing again.

I didn't know what to do. This was such a little thing, but it was so big to her.

"Honey, we don't have to adopt Katie right now. We don't have to adopt her at all. It was just an idea to help her. However, we can take our time and let you get used to it. She can still stay here just like she has been."

"No! I really don't mind. It's so important to her. She needs to belong to a family. I'm the idiot here, not her for wanting a family. I just need to calm down here for a while, and then go back out there and see if I can repair the damage I have just done. I hope it can be repaired. Tell them I'm ok and I'll be out in a little while."

"Amy, they love you. They will understand. Don't be so hard on yourself. I'll tell them."

I went back out to a sobbing, red, puffy eyed, almost hysterical Katie, with Victoria futilely trying to comfort her. I walked over, picked up Katie, and sat down on the couch with her in my lap. She buried her head in my chest and sobbed. Victoria looked lost, not knowing what to do. I smiled at her and told her it would be ok.

I finally got Katie to calm down. I sat her down between Victoria and me, so I could talk to them both.

"Katie, Amy thinks you hate her now."

"I don't hate her! I love her. I thought she hated me. I can find somewhere else to live. I don't want her to think I am pushing her out of her family. I can go somewhere else. I don't want to hurt her!"

"She doesn't want you to leave. She thinks it is wonderful that you would be her sister. She was just taken by surprise. She just thought we were all forgetting about Cindi." I cringed at the look of horror on Victoria's face. "She understands now how impossible that is. She's afraid she's having a relapse and she doesn't want to go back to how she was. We have to be gentle with her; she's a very hurt little girl. Just because she's been acting normal the last two weeks we tend to think everything is ok. Even though you have helped a lot, Katie, she still misses Cindi sometimes."

Amy finally came out of her room. She apologized to everyone, then took Katie by the hand and led her into her room, and closed the door. They came back out an hour later, laughing and joking and giggling as if nothing had ever happened. Teenagers! So resilient.

Later, when it was time to go to bed, I asked Amy if she needed to sleep with us tonight. She rolled her eyes and giggled.

"I don't think so! I would like to get some sleep! Besides, you might not be able to tell Mommy and me apart in the dark! Hmmm, on second thought..." Victoria swatted her on the butt for that. Both Katie and Amy hugged Victoria goodnight together, each whispering in an ear. Victoria blushed?!? I have to hear what they said!

Neither one of us bothered to wear any clothes to bed. We were both too excited for such unnecessary frills. Victoria was in a playful mood, however, as she proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs in history. She kept bringing me right to the point of climaxing, then backing off and letting me calm down. I had a flashback of the first time Cindi had done that to me. Now I realized where she had gotten the idea. The little imp had been watching us! I looked over at the doorway and sure enough, two little wide-eyed faces were showing through the partially open door! They looked guilty and started to dive under cover until they heard me laugh. I smiled and mouthed "I love you!" to them as they watched. They mouthed it back as Victoria stopped long enough to ask me why I laughed. I told her it was because I loved her and she made me so happy. That was true. When she lowered herself down on me, taking me inside her, I understood why she had taken me so far with the blowjob. She was so wet! She exploded with her first orgasm as soon as I was inside her. Just in the short time it took me to peak, she had another orgasm. This was going to be a fun night! The two little faces looked stunned.

Later, as we were resting together, she looked at me and grinned. I knew that grin; I was in trouble.

"So," she whispered sexily, "how was Katie?" I looked to make sure our little voyeurs were no longer present.

"I thought she was fine tonight," I answered, deliberately misunderstanding her. "Once I explained why Amy... OW! What was that for?" I exclaimed, feigning hurt feelings after she punched me. I did not have to pretend it hurt physically.

"You know what I am talking about, smart aleck. How WAS she?"

"How do you know I did anything yet? I just said I would think about it."

"Are you kidding me? She was positively glowing tonight. Either you did, or she has been taken over by aliens." This was a fun game, but I decided I did not want to risk another punch, so I told her what she wanted to know.

"She was sweet, wonderful, very talented, not as good as you, but very enjoyable. She has also been very badly hurt, as you suspected." I told her the story Katie had told me. Katie had given me permission to tell Victoria. She had tears in her eyes, just as I did, when I first heard it. "Patrick John Phillips, you better tell me you made love to that poor girl after that story, or I'm going to beat you!"

"No, but I let her seduce me. Afterwards, she had a panic attack, thinking she was betraying you. I had to tell her that you knew." I heard Victoria laugh at that. I answered her unspoken question. "Yeah, she was freaked out, but once I convinced her it was true, she was happy." I told her all about that night. She insisted on the details.

"You make sure you keep that girl happy when I'm gone. She is way too precious to lose." Victoria ordered. Yes, ma'am!

"Since I told you about her, does that mean I can tell them all about our sex life?' I teased.

"What? You mean the stuff they didn't see tonight peeking through the door?" She giggled.

"You knew about that?" I asked, shocked.

"Hell, Cindi and Amy have been doing that for years. I figured with me gone so much, it was better than relying on you to give them the sex education talk!" This time I swatted her.

"Well, I did give them the talk." I told her about the experience with all the girls and the strip poker and sex talk. She was laughing hysterically by the time I was done.

"Damn! I'm going to have to watch it or I'm going to be sharing you with all those girls!" She didn't sound too distressed at the idea.

"Right. Just what they want. An old man and their friend's father to boot. They're not all like Katie, you know."

"Are you kidding? All of those girls would take you in a minute. Maybe at the same time, for all I know. Even the ones like Elizabeth and Emily who haven't the foggiest idea what sex is are hot for you, willing to learn." Great. I did not need to hear that! There is one good way to shut Victoria up. Well, from speaking, that is. She didn't say any coherent words for quite a while after that.

The next morning, we all had breakfast together. Amy and Katie looked tired, but then it was before noon. I asked them if they slept well last night.

"No," Amy complained. "Someone was torturing small animals all night long." Katie leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Oh! That was Mom and Dad? Who would have known? However, I think they deserve some recognition for their stamina, if nothing else." Smart-ass comedians. They both stood up and clapped long and loud. Both Victoria and I were blushing furiously. They finally got us good. Katie leaned over and whispered in a loud stage voice.

"I have some experience in these matters. They are really not very good. Your Dad climaxes way too soon and obviously does not care a wit about his partner's enjoyment. And your Mom shows an amazing lack of flexibility, inventiveness and interest. She just lays there like a bump on a log." She giggled and ducked as I threw a biscuit at her. Amy reached out nonchalantly and caught it without even looking. She caught me looking at her in surprise and she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Then Katie cringed in mock fear as I gave her a 'see if you get any more of my not very good technique' look. All of us were red now at Katie's crude remarks. I wondered how many other sides this girl has to her that we had not even seen yet.

The girls, including Victoria, decided they wanted to go shopping, so I decided to go with them for a change. I usually get bored very fast with shopping. They figured out that if they tried on sexy bathing suits occasionally, that would keep me attentive. Boy, did it! Then they had to try on panties and bras and they had to have my opinion on those. I told them I could not really tell unless I could see them as they were taken off, or took them off myself. Katie said "ok" and giggled, Amy turned red and got tongue tied, Victoria whispered "later". We had a fun time all day. They even let me look at some electronic stores. They rolled their eyes, but they smiled patiently while I played. Mainly because Victoria looked with me, since she is an electronics geek also. It also gave us a chance to neck and embarrass the girls.

We got home mid afternoon. The girls decided what they were going to wear to the dinner that night. Then we all decided to take a nap, since we would probably be up late. Of course, we all piled into the same bed to nap. I didn't actually sleep; I just watched three very beautiful females as they slept. I love to watch them sleep. When I got bored with that, I would tickle Amy or Katie's ear and watch them swat at it in their sleep. I tickled Victoria in another, more fun place. After the third time, I found out she wasn't as asleep as I thought; she whispered that if I kept that up, she was going to have to kick the girls out of the room. I suggested we go into Amy's room. One of these days when I really want to gross Amy out, I will have to tell her we made love in her bed!

Dinner that night was interesting. Victoria's parents are nice people. They adopted her when she was 16 years old. She had been living in foster homes from the time she was two years old until they adopted her. She was just elated when she finally found a permanent family. I understood exactly what she went through, as I had gone through a similar situation. She does not talk about it much, but I think she had a much tougher time of it than I did. As Amy said once, something happened that made her so frantic to protect her babies at all costs. I suspect there are things about her early teen years that we did not know and that she would love to forget.

I usually can't resist, when we get together with her parents, to take the opportunity to find out things about her past. This time I was checking up on something she told me after the incident at the fair. I was talking to her Father in the study, alone.

"By the way, I wanted to thank you for the self-defense courses that you let Victoria take when she was young. They have really helped out with teaching the girls some things they need to know." By now, I pretty much figured the response I was going to get.

"Well, I wish we could take credit for that, but we never had her in any such classes that I know of. Maybe it was before we adopted her. She always was pretty graceful, though." He proceeded to tell me several stories from her mid teens. I love to hear those stories. He got a brilliant idea just as the others came into the room.

"Would you like to see all her pictures in the family album? We found it the other day when we cleaning up." He pulled it out of a drawer.

"Dad... Patrick and the girls don't want to see all that old stuff." Victoria protested.

"Yes we do!" we all yelled in unison. Wow! It had been a long time since I had received a dirty look like that from Victoria. I try to avoid getting that look. I am scared of her, but Amy's not. She laughed at her. We spent quite some time looking at the pictures. It was remarkable how much she and Amy looked alike when Victoria was 13. You could literally mistake one for the other. Then he pulled out the real special picture.

"This is one we just found the other day. I hope this does not upset you, Victoria. This is the only picture we have of her from her original family. It shows her Mom, Dad, and brother with her when she was about two years old. Isn't she cute?" Unfortunately, there was no response, because it was at exactly that moment that Katie and I both had an attack of the clumsies and we both dropped our glasses on the floor, shattering them in a hundred pieces. After much apologies and helping to clean up the mess, the album was forgotten, to Victoria's relief.

Katie and I managed not to make any more messes the rest of the night. I noticed Amy giving us some curious looks periodically. I knew she was reading my emotions and I was upset about something. I was trying not to show it until I could check out something at home. Something was bothering Katie too; I did not need emotional reading ability to see that she could not sit still. I knew that nosey little Amy was not going to let the evening pass without bugging me about it. Sure enough, a few minutes later I felt her sidle up close to me.

"So... mister sure fingers, I don't think I have ever seen you drop a wine glass before. Waste of good wine. You seem somewhat upset. Want to talk about it?" She smiled at me so sweetly. Amy really is a sweetheart — she loves to help people. We have always been open with each other and pleasant to each other when we overstep the boundaries of privacy. I am sure knowing that made my answer even more confusing to her.

"No, Amy, I don't want to talk about it. If I wanted to talk about it with you, I would have come to you. Why don't you go bother your mother for a while?" I snapped at her, turned around and walked away. I don't know why I snapped at her like that. Something was bothering me, some feeling of doom or distress, and I was distracted. I would never have talked to Amy that way otherwise. When I looked at her later, she did not look like her feelings were hurt; she was just looking at me with a sad and worried look on her face. I need not have worried about hurting her feelings; Amy had a cause now. Daddy was upset about something, so she made it a point to stay as close to me as she could, touching me and holding my arm any chance she got. I wasn't so distracted that I didn't appreciate it. Just do not bug me about my emotions when I did not have them sorted out myself. I was trying desperately to figure out what it was that was bothering me. Something about Victoria's childhood just was not right. I could not put my finger on what it was that I saw or heard that was out of place, but whatever it was, it had triggered either some unpleasant memories or deep-seated concerns. Whatever it was, it was worrying me and I was scared since somehow I knew it involved Victoria.

The rest of the evening was pleasant enough, although I must admit I didn't remember much of it. Amy stuck to me all night like glue. It wasn't unpleasant, as she really is a very pleasant and very pretty young lady, and she did not bug me anymore about talking to her. Katie still seemed antsy about something, but it did not seem critical. Otherwise, everyone had a good time. The ride home was quiet. I really didn't feel like talking, and Victoria noticed that. Amy and Katie dozed in the backseat. As we prepared for bed, Amy gave me a big, close, special hug and kiss, and then looked at me with those marvelous eyes of hers, full of concern and worry. She laid her cheek against mine, her mouth to my ear.

"I love you, Daddy, so very much. No matter what, I love you. Remember that. No matter what," she whispered. Then she went to bed. Katie gave me a somewhat distracted hug, and headed for bed also. When Victoria and I went to bed, she just quietly held me close, letting me feel the love she had for me. She could sense something was wrong. She could also sense I couldn't talk about it yet. For the first time since as far back as I could remember, we didn't make love. Somehow she knew I couldn't. She knew I just needed her close. We held each other close all night long. Sometime during the night, Amy came in, and when I awoke the next morning, she was cuddled close to the other side of me. That was about the only joy I was to experience that day.

I was even worse after we got up Sunday. After I got out of bed with Victoria and Amy, I wandered around the house like a lost puppy. I just couldn't snap myself out of it. I yelled at Amy again. She just smiled sweetly at me and told me she loved me. Later that afternoon I yelled at Katie when she wanted to talk to me and she ran out of the room in tears. A few minutes later, Victoria came into the room. She took me by the hand and led me into our bedroom, and closed the door. She looked unhappy.

"Ok, you have yelled at Amy twice now. Katie is in tears, because her Daddy doesn't love her anymore. It is my turn now. Yell at me, get it over with, and then maybe you can tell me what this is all about." She looked really worried.

"I don't know what is wrong. If I knew, I would tell you. I just have this dreadful feeling that something is terribly wrong, that disaster is about to strike me. I wish I knew. I can't believe I yelled at Katie. And Amy. Please tell them I love them. I'm too ashamed to face them."

"I have an idea," Victoria said brightly, trying to cheer me up. "Let's exchange presents now instead of this evening." She called out to the girls, then took me by the hand and led me out to the living room.

I insisted that we give Victoria her presents first. I did not feel that I deserved any, the way I was acting. Suddenly, I understood how Amy was feeling after Cindi died. How she was acting out, knew she was doing it, felt awful about it, but just couldn't help herself.

I gave Victoria a bracelet she had wanted and that I loved too. It was a pearl string, with delicate gold chains on either side. It was beautiful. She was ecstatic. The girls got her things she was just as excited about. I don't even remember what they were. I was happier, laughing and having a good time. The darkness had receded for a while at least. Victoria gave me a new watch. Amy got me sweet little things that I would treasure later, but didn't remember what it was at the time. Even Katie got me something. Then, Amy said she had one more special present. As she went to get it, the phone rang. She answered it, and then came back to me.

"It's for you, Daddy."

"Tell them to call back later," Victoria snapped. It seemed my lousy mood of before was rubbing off.

"He said it was important. He needs to talk to Dad immediately." Amy sounded concerned.

I took the call in the office. I knew who it was before I even answered the phone.

"Patrick, it is John Haskin. Happy birthday to you and Victoria."

"Thank you, John. We appreciate the good wishes. But that is not why you called, is it?"

He sighed. "I'm afraid not. Patrick, I looked over all the information on Cindi's accident. I'm afraid we missed something very important in the original investigation. The truck driver was dead before the collision. He had a bullet wound in the head. Someone else steered that truck and set the fire before escaping out the passenger door. I'm afraid it was no accident."

"You're telling me Cindi was murdered?" I whispered. "How did you miss this on the original investigation?" Oh God, Cindi, forgive me for not protecting you!

"I'm afraid so. I don't know how it was missed. Parts of the autopsy report were inexplicitly left out of the police report. We're investigating that." What he didn't say was more important than what he said. "I'm also afraid I have some more bad news for you."

"What could you tell me worse than this?" I asked, my voice breaking. What could be worse than killing my little girl? I found out; trying to kill my other little girl.

"The Director of the Microbiology Laboratory at the hospital just called me. He hasn't been able to reach you. He has asked me to initiate an attempted murder investigation for Amy's illness. It seems the virus she was infected with was an engineered virus, the kind developed by Biological Warfare Laboratories. He says there is no way she could have been infected accidentally, especially since she was the only one infected. She was very lucky; that virus has a near 100% fatality rate, with the few survivors succumbing to a relapse within a week."

Suddenly I was calmer. I thought I knew what I had been dreading.

"We will be investigating both of these crimes. I assure you we will find those responsible and bring them to justice.

"Pull your people out, John. I will take care of this one," I whispered.

"Patrick... we have discussed this before. I have seen how you work in this type of situation before. I will not have the streets of my city filled with dead bodies. You and Victoria are dear friends, but I cannot let you do this."

"You can't stop it, John. It's going to happen whether I want it to or not. Get your people clear. I don't want any of them on my conscience." I hung up the phone.

I sat there, berating myself. I had failed Cindi. She had died because I didn't protect her. I had suspected what Victoria really did after San Francisco. I had known for sure after I had met Robert, after the incident at the Fair. I had stopped digging after that meeting because I had recognized Robert. He didn't know me, but I knew of him. Still, I had trusted them to protect my girls, instead of doing it myself. They had failed; I had failed. But for Cindi's strange powers, Amy would be dead too. Cindi saved Amy, I killed Cindi. How could I tell Victoria that her baby had been murdered? What would happen if — when — she found out that I had the ability to protect her babies and had failed not once, but twice? How could she continue to love me, live with me after that? How could Amy stand to look at me, her Dad, who had let her twin be killed, had put her through all her suffering? These thoughts continued to swirl and build in my head as I outwardly calmed myself to go out to face my family, for probably the last birthday I would ever spend with them.

I actually appeared calm and happy when I rejoined the family. I told Victoria the call was nothing important. Amy and Katie were not fooled. They could read my emotions, could see the intense turmoil in my mind. They had an almost scared look on their faces. Amy said she had one more special present for me. She handed me a four-inch cube box.

"This was Cindi's present for you, Daddy," she said almost fearfully. I opened it slowly. Inside was a crystal sphere. Inside the sphere were tendrils of bright green and bright blue, the colors of Amy and Cindi's eyes. Etched in the glass was an inscription. It said, "Love me. Trust me." Suddenly, images flooded my mind, showing me what had happened in that hospital room. I remembered it all. Suddenly, I couldn't take anymore. I got up from the chair and walked out to the patio, to gaze out over the landscape. Amy, Katie and Victoria watched me go with surprised looks on their faces. I heard Amy whisper.

"Mommy! He is not ok!" She said fearfully.

Just when I thought things could not possibly get worse, I suddenly realized what was not right with Victoria's childhood. I remembered a picture in an envelope in my bottom desk drawer, underneath all the papers. A picture I had only looked at once and nobody else had ever seen. I walked back into my office, and took out the envelope, removing the picture. The only picture I had of my original family. A picture of a Mom, Dad, and a little girl and a little boy. I turned it over and saw an inscription on the back, an inscription I had never seen before, with a date on it. It said:

"Mom, Dad and the two year old twins... Patrick and Victoria." It was exactly the same picture I had seen at Victoria's parents' house last night. With shaking hands, I put the picture back where I found it.

I felt the darkness closing in. I knew this meant I had lost Victoria forever. How could she stay married to me once she saw this picture? I could not hide it from her. How could any of them want to be around the one who had failed to protect Cindi, had failed to protect Amy? I didn't even want to live anymore. I felt my body, my mind closing down as my mind reeled under the multiple shocks it had received. As I felt myself sinking to the floor, tears running down my face, I dimly heard Amy and Katie scream as I saw Victoria walk through the doorway.

"Mommy! Daddy needs you! He is not ok!"

At the same time, I heard Victoria yell "Amy! Get in here and help me with your Dad! Now!" That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.