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Sudden Family
by: Kewl Dad

Chapter Three
Consequences and rewards

Even as I drifted off to sleep that night my head was filled with conflicts. As sweet as our love making session in bed had been I wondered what the new day would bring. Would Jake still be as keen on our relationship in the light of day or would guilt and shame overcome him and bring him back to reality?

My answer came the next morning when I woke up with someone nuzzling my neck. Of course it was Jake and he had returned at some point during the night and was snuggled up to my side with something hard and hot pressing against me. I kissed his sweet face and his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning," I said softly, "I thought you didn't want to get caught sleeping here."

He yawned and shrugged, "It's early...no one's up yet. I'll go in a minute."

"Oh, well...you know best." I said glad for his company and enjoying his warm soft body next to mine.

"I...got a problem," he said grinning, "can you feel it down there?"

I laughed, "Morning wood or horny boy wood?"

"I already peed...so....I guess you know the answer to that," he said blushing.

"Well, I could help you out with that if you'd like," I said reaching down to find the tent in his briefs.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he giggled.

"Roll over on your back and let's see what we're working with here," I said throwing the covers back to reveal his beautiful teenage body. Even though I had feasted upon him the night before I was still taken aback by his beauty and had to admire him for a moment before continuing.

Scooting down between his legs I grasped the top of his underwear and slowly pulled them down exposing his soft pubic hair. I lowered my face and sniffed his exotic fragrance and he shivered in anticipation. As I lowered the garment a bit more it snagged on his hard cock and I had to reach in and free it. It sprang up and hung there at an angle and I lowered my face and sniffed once more then gave it a quick kiss on the head. It was wet with his pre-cum and I swear that boy juice was as sweet as honey.

He sighed heavily as I finished removing his underwear and opened his legs to expose his hairless balls to me. I bent down and began to lick them causing him to grab at the sheets and moan softly. When I took both of them in my mouth he made a soft mewling sound then reached down and put his hands on my head.

I let his nuts go and returned my attention to his boy cock and began to lick and suck gently on the shaft moving up and down and around until I had covered all of it with my spit.

"Suuuck it," he gasped sounding far away.

As much as I wanted to taste his backside again, I knew time was limited and I wanted him to get his nut before he had to go so I granted his wish. Swallowing him to the root I pressed my nose into his soft pubes and inhaled his aroma once more before beginning. I moved slowly, deep throating then coming up and tightening my lips I rubbed them against his sensitive ridge as my tongue worked it magic. Soon I had him squirming and thrusting and moaning and I knew he wouldn't last long at this rate. I slowed down a little and reached under him and he raised his bottom to allow me access. I licked my finger and found his tight little pucker and worked my finger in easily. 

He moaned louder and pushed against my finger driving it in to the second knuckle as I continued to suck on his cock. Finger banging his tight hole and giving his cock my best I soon had him teetering on the edge.

"Oh.....GAAAAAWWWWDDDD," he yelled, "I....I'm com...ing," he gasped and seconds later he began to flood my mouth with his tasty boy juice. 

I gobbled down every drop and continued sucking gently in an effort to produce more, but soon he became too sensitive and pushed me away. I was offended, I understood and with one last kiss I reluctantly gave up my prize.

"That was even better than last night," he panted as he wallowed in his after glow.

"Yes, it was......maybe the next time will be even better," I suggested, hoping there would be many next times to come.

"Ummmm....want me to jerk you off or something?" he said dreamily.

"I'm good, you better get back to your bed before the little ones start to stir. I'm going to get up and take a shower and start breakfast. You can come help me if you want."

He nodded, "Can I at least have a kiss?" he said sitting up.

"Oh God yes, you can have a kiss any time you want one," I said opening my arms to him.

He swarmed into my arms and our lips met and for the next few minutes we kissed wetly and passionately. My cock was rock hard and dripping wet and suddenly he reached down and worked his hand into my underwear and began to stroke me. It didn't take more than six strokes to finish me and with a grunt I began to unload into my underwear.

"Look what you've done. You made a mess," I said panting a little as my heart rate began to return to normal.

         "Sorry, I couldn't resist," he giggled as he pulled away. He found his underwear and slipped them on then with a mischievous smile he bounced out the door.

I took a shower and shaved, humming the whole time and I realized I hadn't felt this good this early in the day in a long time. I knew part of it was the ball wrenching orgasm Jake had just given me, not to mention a belly full of boy sperm, but there was more. Since the kids had come to live with me I had found new purpose in my life and I looked forward to each day. In the back of my mind I worried that it was only temporary and Evelyn would return, but I was damned if I was going to dwell on the negative. No sir, I was going to enjoy being Unca Rob as long as it lasted.

I started breakfast and soon Joe came in rubbing sleep from his eyes, "Hi," he said sheepishly.

"Hello Joseph, did you have a good night's sleep or did Shawn keep you up with his snoring?" I teased.

"Yeah, I slept good. Shawn sleeps like a rock. He doesn't hardly move all night,' he said coming into the kitchen and standing next to me, "Can I help?"

"Sure grab the eggs, I thought we'd have pancakes this morning. How does that sound?"

"Good, I like pancakes," he said digging the egg carton out of the fridge, "Can I mix up the batter?"

"Okay, the mix is in the cabinet behind you and the directions are on the back. Just triple the recipe and that should be enough."

I readied the big griddle while Joe mixed the batter and pretty soon Jake wandered in. He took one look at Joe mixing up the batter and his face clouded over. 

"Good morning Jake. Did you have a good night's sleep?" I asked winking at him while Joe was busy.

"Yeah, great. Hey, that's my job," he said coming in and standing behind Joe almost menacingly.

"You can help too," I said quickly, "how about you pour the batter onto the griddle when he's done?"

"Okay, I guess," he sulked. If you think girls are moody and jealous, try being around boys, especially horny ones like Jake who had now staked his claim on me.

Joe finished mixing the batter and turned to Jake with a wry smile, "Okay, it's all yours. I'm gonna go wake up the little kids," he said looking at me for my approval.

"Good idea, tell them breakfast is in twenty minutes and the last one in gets to clean up," I teased.

As soon as Joe was gone Jake moved up beside me and put his arm around me and looking up at me he grinned, "Did you get cleaned up all right?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, but it was a real mess. I still have to do laundry though. I bet the sheets could use changing as well. In fact I think I'll wash everyone's sheets today. Feel like helping?"

"Uh, sure..unless you'd rather Joe did it," he said as if testing me.

"Jake, are you jealous of Joe?" I blurted out. Sometimes my mouth just had a mind of it's own.

"No.....of course not," he said quickly blushing bright red and giving himself away.

I shook my head, "Well, there's no reason to be. You and I have something special and as for the rest of the kids, they're just my nephews and niece....got it?"

He nodded, "Sorry," he muttered shrugging slightly.

I was saved further conversation as Joe returned with the other two in tow and of course Shawn ran in and hugged my legs and I picked him up and placed him on my hip as I supervised Jake at the griddle.

"Mmmm love pancakes," Shawn said giving me a butterfly kiss on the cheek, "What are we gonna do today daddy?"

I didn't correct his slip of the tongue, because damn it daddy sounded mighty good to me right then.

"Well, I was going to suggest we just stay home. Jake and I are going to do all the sheets today, but I suppose we might have time to go to the park for a while this afternoon. How does that sound?"

"Yeah! That would be fun. Did you hear that guys?" he said excitedly.

"Cool," Joe said helping Sarah set the table without my even asking. They were such good kids.

"Yeah, we can play catch Joe," Jake said looking at me and smiling. Apparently he was over his jealousy for the moment.

"That sounds fun uncle Rob," Sarah said smiling. She was so easy to please and always appeared to be happy. Sometimes I wondered if there was more to her than met the eye. Was she keeping her true feelings inside?

We dined on pancakes and little sausages while we talked just like your average family might. It was always interesting to listen to the kids' take on things and it always brought a smile to my lips. They were smart kids and very well behaved despite their upbringing and I liked to think I had something to do with that. I knew they loved and respected me, not simply because I was an adult, but because I treated them as if they mattered and I returned their love and respect two fold.

When breakfast was over and the mess cleaned up I had the kids strip the sheets from their beds and bring them to the laundry room. Jake remained with me while the other kids went out back to play till it was time to go to the park. As I grabbed up the sheets from Joe's bed I noticed a musky smell and a whitish stain on one side.

I chuckled and pointed it out to Jake, "Well, I guess Joe didn't' take my advice about the towel or an old sock. Or maybe this was before that...in fact," I said sniffing the stain like a hound dog, "maybe this one was one of yours."

"Uh uh, not mine. I always used a sock. It's gotta be Joe's. I....didn't know he could squirt yet."

"He just started." 

I told him about Joe's first time and his fear that he had broke something and he laughed, "Boy what a duffus. I knew what mine was the first time...course I had someone that told me all about that stuff before...it uh, happened."

I wondered if that someone was the one who had taught Jake how to suck dick, but I had already decided  not to press the issue. If and when he was ready to share that information I would gladly listen and comment then.

"Well, it's been so long since I had that problem that I don't remember much about it....except I do know I was 13 before I could squirt. And once I started I couldn't keep my hands off myself," I laughed.

"Did you ever...you know, mess around with any other boys...or someone older?"

"Lots of boys, only one older," I said feeling very sentimental suddenly, "he was 19 and I was 14. I think I loved him, but I'm pretty sure he only liked me for the sex."

"Who was he, how did you meet? What did you guys do?" Jake asked excitedly.

"He was a neighbor and I'd known him since I was maybe 10 or so, but we didn't hang out or anything till I was about 12 or 13. He used to babysit me once in a while, but nothing happened until one night when my mom and dad had to go somewhere...I think some one was sick or something...and they left me with the neighbors and I wound up sleeping in his room."

"His name was Mark and he was tall and slender and buff from playing sports. He had the most amazing blue eyes I'd ever seen and long brownish hair that he let fall to his shoulders." I could see him in my mind's eyes and my cock began to respond to the image in my head. "His room was huge, it was actually the attic and he had the whole thing to himself. He had a ping pong table up there and one of those little fridges and a couch and a TV and stereo and a big bed that was so high off the floor I could barely climb up on it."

As I was talking I loaded the washer and started it and then I led Jake to my room so I could strip my sheets off as I continued my story. "He had a girlfriend...well several if the rumors were true, but I don't guess they were giving him what he wanted because he sure was horny that night."

"What happened?"

"Well, I remember we had pizza and watched a movie on the late night show. It was some kind of spooky science fiction movie and I was sort of scared and so when we went to bed I scooted over kind of close and he didn't seem to mind. He started talking about sports and one thing led to another and pretty soon he was talking about girls and he asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said sure, even though I had never done more than kiss a girl in my life. And then he started talking about tits and pussies and he sort of lost me there. I didn't care anything about girl parts, but when he started talking about how much he liked having his dick sucked...by his girlfriends, and how he wanted to fuck one of them he had my interest again."

"Did you suck him?"

"Hold on, let me tell this story my way," I said as I stripped off my sheets and sniffed the side Jake had laid on. He giggled as I closed my eyes and sighed with a heavenly look as I detected his unique aroma.

"He asked me if I had ever had a blow job or fucked a girl and I told him I'd had a blow job but never fucked a girl. He seemed interested in that and began to question me further. I was nervous at first and didn't want to admit that all my experiences had been with boys but eventually he wormed it out of me. He didn't seem upset though, in fact he seemed excited by it and it didn't take me long to figure out why."

"He wanted you to suck him, right?"

I chuckled, "That and more and he knew just how to get what he wanted. He was slick and I always wondered why he didn't have more luck with the ladies, but later a I learned that it was boys he liked best and I wasn't his first."

"Wow, so he raped you?" Jake asked with distress.

"No, nothing like that. You can't rape the willing and I was willing to do whatever that hunky teen wanted once I saw what was hanging between his legs. His cock was beautiful and to a 13 year old kid like me it was huge, though looking back it was about average for a man."

"He was so gentle and loving and he's the one who taught me to kiss. I mean I'd kissed a few girls before, but never the way he kissed me. It was almost as good as sex. So that night I learned some new things. He started by licking and kissing every square inch of my body...."

"Just like you did me?" he interrupted.

"Yes, in fact I think that's where I learned that as well. Anyway that was the first time anyone ever showed any interest in my butt and it didn't take long for me to realize what I'd been missing. He sucked me off and I came so hard I almost passed out and then he pushed my legs up and began to lick my butt and before I knew what was happening he was pushing his hard teenage cock inside me."

"Did it hurt?"

"You know, I'm sure it did, but I forgot that pain almost immediately and the next time there was only pleasure. I couldn't wait to have him in there again and I didn't have to wait long. After that night we did it at least twice a week and I guess that's why I fell in love with him. But I was just someone to get off in and pretty soon he got tired of me and found a new boy. I hated that new boy, but I knew it wasn't his fault and eventually I had the last laugh cause I took that  boy away from him and he was my boyfriend until I graduated from high school and moved to go to college."

"Wow, how old was that boy?"

"He was 11 when we met and a total virgin until Mark got at him. His name was Peter and he was half Native American and have Spanish and he was the most beautiful boy I have ever met..until I met you," I said grinning.

"Oh, I bet you say that to every boy you meet."

"I guess you'll never know will you?" I teased.

"I don't care, as long as I'm the only one now."

I pulled him to me and gave him a hug, "You are the only one and I love you more every day," I said kissing his hair and his face.

He sighed, "I love you too. Can I go play with the others now?" he said switching gears easily like boys do.

"Of course," I chuckled, "scoot on out of here and I'll finish the bedding. I need to take care of some things in the office anyway. I'll come out when I'm done and we can go to the park."

He zipped out of the bedroom and I went back to my laundry and then to my office. I paid a few bills and did some banking and then went back and put the sheets in to dry and started a new load. While I waited for the sheets to dry I decided to go outside and see what the kiddos were up to.

Joe and Jake were wrestling with Shawn while Sarah looked on smiling. She pushed a lock of hair from her face and when she saw me she came my way.

"Hi uncle Rob. Is it time to go to the park?"

"Soon, I just want to put the last load in the dryer first."

"Oh, okay. I like your flowers uncle Rob," she said smiling, "Do you think it would be okay to pick a few and put them in a vase and put them on the table?"

"Yes, I think that would be nice. There are more than enough and anyway we can enjoy them inside better than outside. I'll go get a vase and some scissors."

Sarah and I picked a nice bouquet and once they were in the vase we took them inside and placed them on the dining room table. She spun them around till she was happy with how they looked then looked up at me with her sparkling blue eyes and smiled, but I could see there was something on her mind.

"Unca Rob, why does my momma keep doing the same old thing over and over?"

"Honey, I can't answer that. Some adults just seem to be more into their lives than anyone else's and I think that may be her problem. She doesn't mean to neglect you, it's just that her priorities are screwed up. Do you understand what that means?"

She nodded, "That she cares more about her life than us."

Wow, talk about cutting to the chase, this girl had nailed it on the head.

I sighed, "Come here sweetie," I said opening my arms for her. She swarmed into them and I kissed the top of her head and inhaled her sweet sugar and spice aroma. 

Girls had always been a mystery to me. They were pleasant and sweet and all that, but they had never interested me the way boys did and I was happy to find that was still true. My interest in Sarah was more paternal than anything and I really cared about her and her feelings. Some day she would turn a lot of boys' heads but for now she was just my sweet little angel.

"You know I love you and your brothers and I will do everything I can to make sure you are well taken care of and do everything in my power to make you happy."

"I know, you are wonderful uncle Rob. We love you too....especially Jake," she said looking at me and blushing, "I mean....he, well you two are...you know...friends and all."

So, this pure little angel had already figured out that Jake and I had something going on. Or was I just reading more into what she said than there was? I would have to talk to Jake and see what he thought, but I wasn't going to stress on it.

"Jake and I understand each other," I began, "we are sort of a team. He knows you kids best and he's a lot of help to me."

"I know. He's kind of hard to understand sometimes, but he has always taken care of us...until you came along."

"Well, together we're gonna do an even better job."

The dryer buzzed  then. "That's the sheets. I just need to put that last load in. Want to help me fold the ones from the dryer?"

While we folded sheets we talked some more but she seemed more closed off now. She talked about how she was looking forward to school and making some new friends and I suddenly realized how lonely she must be. She was the only girl, surrounded by males and I began to understand her a little better.

"Don't you have any girl friends?"

"Only Alice, but I don't see her except at school. She lives in the country and rides the bus. She lives on a farm and her family raises cows and pigs."

"Well, that sounds fun. Does she ever bring any of them to show and tell?" I teased.

"No silly, she did bring some eggs one time and they hatched baby chickens. It was so cool. I loved those  fuzzy little chicks."

"Have you and your brothers ever had a pet?"

"No, not really. Once a cat came and stayed for a while but momma made us stop feeding it and it went away."

"Every kid should have a pet at some point in their life. I remember my first dog, his name was Max and he was a mixed breed but a really good dog. He hardly barked and was friendly to everyone. Not much of a guard dog, but we didn't' need one back then."

"How come you don't have him any more?"

"Well sweetie, unfortunately dogs don't live as long as people. He died when I was in high school."

"How come you never got another dog?"

"Oh, we had several while I was raising my kids. One was named Yoshi after the dinosaur in Mario Brothers. After the divorce I just never felt like being responsible for another living creature....until now," I chuckled, "now I have four pups to look after."

She giggled, "Oh uncle Rob, you're funny."

Jake wondered in about then and gave us a grin, "Time to go yet?"

"Yeah, the sheets are folded and the last load is in the dryer, let's roll. Go get your brothers and meet us in the garage."

The way the kids reacted you'd have thought they had never seen a park before. Even Jake seemed to turn into a little kid again as he giggled and swung from the money bars. Sarah and Shawn were swinging while Joe was trying out the tall slide nearby, but Soon Shawn insisted on trying out the slide. I smiled as Joe offered to go down with him between his knees to protect him. They were such good kids and got along better than any family I'd ever seen. I think a lot of it was because they were left on their own so much. They had formed a tight bond that few brothers and sisters had. I was very proud of them at that moment and reaffirmed my vow to do right by them as long as I could.

The thing with Jake still weighed heavily on my mind. I knew there were consequences and rewards with such a relationship, but the truth was I was powerless to end it even if I had wanted to. It was obvious Jake was happy with our relationship and who was I to doubt his wisdom? No, there was no going back now, the trick was to keep the other kids from figuring things out. I wondered if it was too late in Sarah's case. She was a smart kid and not much got past her, but I somehow knew she would never make an issue of what Jake and I had even if she didn't agree with it 100 percent.

I let the kids pull me into their fun and soon I was pushing the kids on the swings, going down the line and  helping them get airborne as they giggled and soared high into the sky. Afterwards they took turns going down the slide and I'd catch Shawn at the bottom each time and throw him over my shoulder and carry him to the ladder for another go.

When the kids finally wound down I drove them to the local DQ and we had dip cones sitting outside at a picnic table in the shade of a huge oak tree. As  usual Shawn got more on his face than in it but this time it was Sarah who wiped his face and fawned over him like a mother hen. I sat back and watched my little family and suddenly I realized this was what I had wanted all my life. Sure it was nice having a wife and kids, but this was best. No wife to deal with and Jake and I had the loving under control in the bedroom while during the day I was the loving supportive father. It seems I had the best of both worlds here, but the problem was it was only temporary.

Back at home I removed the last load of sheets from the dryer and carried them in to make my bed. Jake appeared half way through and as  usual seemed to be able to read my mood.

"What's up, you seem kind of down. Did I do something wrong?" he said frowning.

"No, of course not," I said rubbing his back affectionately, "you and your brothers and sister have been wonderful. I just have some things on my mind."

"Is it about money, are we costing you too much? Cause we can eat less and not go places if that helps," he rattled off.

"Whoa, slow down," I chuckled, "it's not about money. If it was I would certainly be able to handle that. I'm a pretty good money manager. Relax, I have plenty of money to take care of all of us."

"Then it's gotta be me, right? You don't want to....you know be with me anymore...do you?" he asked pulling away.

I advanced toward him and he didn't retreat as I wrapped him up in my arms, "Are you serious, how could I not want you? You have awakened things in me that I never knew existed. No, it's not you. I tell you what, I will tell you what is bothering me if you will promise not to tell the others. I don't want to upset them."

"I promise, he said burying his head in my chest and hugging me tightly."

"It's just that I am becoming so used to this and I don't want it to end.  I know that sounds selfish, but it's just how I feel. I don't know how long till your mother comes back or what her plans will be. I know I should just enjoy now and not worry about that, but sometimes it just overwhelms me."

Jake pulled away and frowned, "I know how you feel. At first I didn't want to let the kids get too used to all this, but then I saw how happy they were and I thought I had never seen them so happy, and I couldn't take that away from them, even if it doesn't last forever."

"So," I sighed, "I guess what we must do is simple my friend, we must live for today and not worry about the future."

"Yeah, that's what I think too. I love you and I want to be here with you, but I know I may not be able to stay forever, but I don't want that to spoil what I have right now."

"Jake, buddy..you are wise beyond your years," I said pulling him into a hug just as the rest of the brood came in the open bedroom door.

"I want a hug," Shawny said running toward us.

We both laughed and pulled him in between us, then I held out my arms and motioned for Joe and Sarah to join us. "Group hug little family," I said feeling happier than I'd ever been in my life.

We hugged for a good long time and I kissed each of my little family on the head before we pulled apart. Talking to Jake and being in the midst of my little family had done wonders for me and I was recharged and ready to live life to it's fullest, no matter what the future held.

We had a nice dinner and watched a movie that night with Shawn in my lap and my other kids close by. When Shawn fell asleep I carried him to his bed and soon Joe wandered off to join him. Sarah was next to go and that left just Jake and I to snuggle on the couch and finish the second movie. We talked quietly and did a little petting, but nothing serious. When he finally stretched out and put his feet in my lap I pulled off his socks and began to rub his feet and he purred softly.

I could see a little tent in his sweat pants and I reached down and rubbed it gently causing him to sigh contentedly. "Let's go to bed Rob."

"Okay, I'm ready. I'm pretty tired," I said yawning widely.

"Huh uh...not to sleep..not yet," he said sitting up and taking my hand, "come on, let's go have some fun."

I chuckled and allowed him to lead me off to my bedroom. It seemed he wasn't overly concerned about anyone catching us tonight but I locked the door behind us just in case.  We undressed quickly and fell into bed and picked up where we had left off. Again I was amazed at how good a kisser he was and he seemed to be getting better each time we got together.

Soon I was licking his nipples and running my tongue down his smooth flat tummy till I reached his belly button. I stuck my tongue inside the little indentation and found it salty and tasty. I moaned my approval and he responded by pushing my head on down to his sparse pubes.

I let the soft curly hair there tickle my face and lips then began to lick his shaft and head as he moaned lowly. I moved down to his balls and lapped at them before taking them in my mouth and sucking  them gently. He opened his legs wider and lifted them and I knew what he wanted. I pushed them up higher and found his taint then his pucker and gave him a wet thorough rim job as he moaned and gasped breathlessly.

"You can...you know....fuck me if you want," he said lowly.

I hadn't expected that nor was I ready for such a thing yet, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. "Maybe someday, but for now it's all about you baby. I just want you to feel good. Is that okay?"

"Ummmm...okay, but when you want to do it....I'll be ready," he said dreamily.

I returned to his lovely boy cock then and began to make love to it as he squirmed and moaned, seeming to forget his desire to get fucked. I took my time bringing him to the edge over and over before finally letting him have his release. He gasped, thrust up, then began to unload in my waiting mouth as I greedily swallowed all of his tasty boy seed. When he was spent he collapsed back on the bed with his eyes shut as I continued to lick him clean. He remained hard long after he had come and when I moved up to snuggle against him he sighed and kissed me passionately.

"That was the best," he said softly.

"It was good for me too," I sighed, "you taste so good."

"Hmmm....thanks, want me to do that for you now?"

"Well, I'd be happy with just a hand job but whatever you feel like is fine with me," I said feeling the excitement grow.

"Okay, then I want to suck it," he said pushing me down on my back and scooting down till I could feel his hot boy breath on my crotch. For the next ten minutes the boy worked magic far beyond his years and again I wondered who had taught him so much about sex. I felt that tingling deep inside my nuts and tried to warn him, but all he did was suck harder and faster and suddenly I was blasting my hot cum into his warm wet mouth. 

I felt faint and saw stars as my balls drained into his mouth and on down to his tummy. I was suddenly aware that my toes were indeed curled and I confess that was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. He licked me clean then moved back up to kiss me and I tasted my own strong taste on his lips and tongue.

I sighed contentedly and snuggled against him and soon we were fast asleep. My dreams were pleasant and I awoke sometime later to find Jake hard and horny again and I let him fuck me this time. When he was sated he turned around and pushed his hot little rear end against my hard cock and whimpered softly, "Go on...please...fuck me Rob...I want you to."

"I...guess I can try," I said softly, "but if it hurts...tell me and I will stop."

"Yessss...." he hissed, "I can take it...it won't hurt, you'll see."

I began by rimming him until he was good and wet then found a bottle of lube in the drawer and worked his hole with my finger. Finding that it slipped in easily I tried a second and was encouraged by the ease with which he opened up. When I got to three fingers I was sure he could handle my average sized cock and I lubed it up and rolled him onto his side.

I began by placing little kisses on his neck as I draped an arm over him and rubbed his flat tummy and pinched his erect nipples. I found his cock and it was hard as stone and wet on the end.

"Do it," he whispered sounding far away, "I want it....now."

I placed the head of my cock against his hot boy hole and he pushed back against me literally swallowing the head in one swift movement. I gasped for breath as his hot tight hole surrounded my cock and pulled me into his deepest darkest part. I trembled with excitement and lust as I bottomed out and when I had regained my senses I began to move. 

He moaned softly and I matched his moan with my own. I had never felt anything so hot, so tight and  velvety smooth in all my life. To say he was the perfect lover would have been an understatement. The feeling I was experiencing was almost surreal, other worldly, and perhaps spiritual. I wasn't fucking a boy, I was making love to a sweet spirit that wanted this as badly or maybe more than I did.

Unlike most lovers, Jake was an active participant. Using his anal muscles to milk my cock and pushing against me in perfect synch with my own movement he soon had me near the edge. I reached around and grabbed his hard wet cock just as I thrust one last time and began to come deep within him and seconds later his cock swelled and began to erupt coating my hand and his belly with his sweet boy seed.

"Oh, my...gawd," he gasped, "I.....I came...just from getting fucked. How is that possible?"

I was too spent to explain it to him right then, and too amazed at what had just happened. I couldn't remember anyone ever coming in quite this way while we were making love and it was a thing of beauty and wonder, especially considering my partner was only 14 years of age.

I lay there inside him, still hard, for a very long time until he began to move against me slowly at first causing me to come back to full arousal quickly. I made love to him slowly this time marveling at the fact that I was as excited as I had been the first time. Usually I was a one and done kind of guy, but this teenage boy had changed all that.

I came after about ten minutes, emptying what little was left in my balls and basically collapsed. I awoke sometime later on my back, wet and sticky between my legs and with a full bladder. I rose quietly and padded off to the bathroom and peed as I inspected my slightly red tool. There was a little brown there, but nothing I couldn't wash off. Jake had excellent hygiene and eventually I would show him how to keep himself a bit cleaner. That is if we continued this madness.

I washed up and met Jake at the door. "Hi, you okay?"

"Yeah, gonna pee and go to my room," he said giving me a hug, his pee boner pressing against my hip.

"Okay, and Jake....thanks for the most wonderful night of my life," I said grinning.

"Welcome, but it's not the last...so you'll get used to it," he said smiling.

I watched him as he stood there draining that beautiful boy cock and when he was done he washed his hands and hugged me one last time before turning to go. I stared at his cute rear as  he bent to retrieve his undies and slip them on then carrying the rest of his clothes he slipped out of my room and back to his own bed.

His unique scent permeated the bed and I suddenly felt very lonely without him beside me. So much so that I considered going to him and climbing into his bed, but I knew that was silly and risky. Eventually I managed to drift off to sleep once more and didn't awake till the sun had come up.



Our lives progressed as expected, we became comfortable with each other and soon what had once been awkward and strange became second nature to us. We spent the days doing chores but always finding time for fun. We ate together and each night Jake and I made love until he would quietly slip out of my bed and go to his own. It was a good life, but I couldn't help wonder how much longer it could go on.

Summer drifted by like a leaf on a lazy current, and soon school would begin. I wondered if Evelyn would be back before the kids needed to enroll and wondered what I'd do about that if she didn't. 

Mid August there was still no sign of Evelyn and not once had I heard from her, then one morning there was a knock on the door and my world changed once more.

Opening the door wide I came face to face with the kid's mom, but if I hadn't known her facial features so well I might have not recognized her. She had dyed her hair orange and was wearing dark lipstick and eyeshadow giving her a living dead look. She had a fresh tattoo on her right shoulder of a dragon and her clothes were goth looking, black mini dress with safety pins and chains. 

"Hey Rob, its' me," she said grinning.

"Well...come in. The kids are out in the back yard. Do you want me to go get therm?"

"No, not yet. I need to talk to you first. If it's okay."

"Uh, sure, come in...sit down. Would you like something to drink, a soda or tea?"

"Water, if you have water...that would be good."

I grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to her and she twisted off the cap and drank a third of it and wiped her mouth with the back of her  hand before speaking, "I done real well out in California. I got a good job and I met some fun people. We been having a real good time."

My heart sank. "So, I assume you'll be moving the kids out there with you now?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about Rob. My place is like really small and I don't really make enough money yet to feed four kids. I know it's a lot to ask, but do you think you could keep them for me...just a little while longer?"

I relaxed a little, but wondered how much this was going to cost me. What did she want in return for letting me keep my little family?

"Evelyn, I love your kids as much as if they were my own and I will keep them here with me as long as is needed, but I need something from you. They need to get enrolled in school and I have no legal right to do that or anything else for the matter. If I am going to keep them for any length of time, I need some kind of legal document giving me parental rights."

"I don't know how to do all that," she said looking flustered, "I can go enroll them before I leave again, but I don't know what else I can do."

I nodded, "I'll find out what we need to do. I have a lawyer friend who can advise me."

"Well, you just let me know. Right now I need to see my kids. Then I'm gonna go home and take a long hot bath."

I stepped to the back door and called the kids and I guess the look on my face tipped them off that something was up. They were somber as they stepped inside and when they saw Evelyn their reactions were mixed.

Even Shawn seemed reluctant to approach her until she held our her arms then he shyly hugged her looking at me all the while as if to say, help me uncle Rob.

Jake seemed surly and barely spoke to her and Joe was his usual shy self.  Only Sarah seemed genuinely happy to see her but she didn't say much either. When they heard that they would be staying a little longer the look on their faces was one of relief mixed with joy.

They visited for a few minutes then Evelyn excused herself and when she was gone Jake summed her return up in one word, "Bullshit. She is never gonna send for us. Rob you may be stuck with us a long time. But know what? I'm glad. I'd rather be here than with her any day."

"Shut up Jake," Shawn whined, but there wasn't much fury behind it.

"Whatever," Joe said rolling his eyes.

"She looks different," Sarah added, "not like momma at all."

I sighed, "I'm sorry things can't be like you want kiddos, but not to worry I'm still here for you."

"We know, thanks Rob," Jake said sitting down on the arm of my chair and putting his arm around me.

"Yeah, thanks daddy," Shawny said climbing up into my lap. I think it might of been at that moment that I began to formulate the plan that eventually led to my keeping my little family together.

The days passed, Evelyn and I enrolled the kids in school. I wanted the school officials to see me and get to know me since I'd be the one they would deal with if there were problems. Afterwards we had lunch at McDonalds and I drove us back home. Evelyn was getting itchy to go, but I hadn't heard back from my lawyer yet and I told her I would give him a call later.

She left and this time the kids went home with her and I had never felt so lost and lonely. I called my lawyer and he had nothing good for me. Apparently parental rights weren't something you just give away to someone else. The only legal way I could have parental rights concerning the kids was to marry Evelyn.

At first I thought, this is it, it's over. The state will take over and the kids will be split up and I will never see any of them again. Then I began to toy with the idea of becoming their father for real. I didn't know if Evelyn would go along with it, but I had to try. Now how to best present my case and make her understand that it was strictly for the kids' sake.

I had my opportunity later that night when she came over to see if I had heard from the lawyer. The kids were parked in front of her TV watching a movie and eating TV dinners and I was determined to make sure that never happened again. Kids needed a good hot home cooked meal, not frozen food.

Surprisingly Evelyn was very receptive to my idea, but of course she had her own motives.

"How much would I get each month...as your wife?"

My mouth fell open, "Excuse me, you want me to pay you to make sure I can take care of your kids while you get your life together?"

"Five hundred would be fine," she said never missing a beat, "then I might stay in California for a long, long time," she said grinning evilly.

The bitch. She was blackmailing me into paying her to keep my little family together, even though she could care less whether they lived or died. I had never hated someone so much in my life, and I was considering marrying her? What love will make a man do? In this case the love of four wonderful innocent children.

With my lawyers help we drew up a prenup stating that I would pay her five hundred dollars a month and that in her absence I would have full custody of her children. We were married in a small civil ceremony, with only the kids in attendance and there was only a chaste kiss and no consummation of the marriage. 

That night Evelyn flew back to California and the kids and I went out to celebrate. The kids were talkative and  bubbled over with happiness and called me dad, daddy, or father every chance they got. I had to admit it felt good being called that wonderful name again. 

"I was wondering kids, I mean since I'm legally your dad now and all....what would you think about my adopting you and changing your last name to mine?" I had been thinking about this since the day I decided that marrying Evelyn was my only chance to save my kids and now was as good a time as any to spring it on them.

I don't know what I expected, but what I got was a lap full of Shawn and three older kids hugging and kissing me and screaming yes, as the rest of the diners looked on with smiles. I cried a little, we all did, but they were tears of joy and something else to add to our list of things to celebrate.

I needed Evelyn's approval for such a move, but when I contacted her the next day she was receptive to the idea. The papers were delivered and signed and returned and all we had to do was wait for the court to approve the name change. 

The kids thrived in school now that they had a stable home life and soon made new friends, especially Sarah. One afternoon as   I eagerly awaited the arrival of the  kids from school she breezed in with a cute little black girl in tow.

"Hi uncle Rob, this is Wanda my new friend from school. Can she stay and visit me for a while?"

"Well, of course sweetie. Hi Wanda, welcome to our home."

"Thank you sir," the little girl said shyly, "you have a real nice home."

"Thank you sweetie, the kids help me keep it this way. Would you girls like a snack? I have fresh baked cookies and there's milk or juice."

I let Sarah serve her new friend and waited for the boys to get home and soon they burst in looking sweaty and red faced. 

"I beat ya," Joe said grinning, "I outran him dad. I'm greased lightening."

"You are pretty fast, you should go out for track or something," Jake conceded, "what's for snack dad, I'm starved."

"Cookies, Sarah and her friend Wanda are in there chowing down. Better go get  yours while there's some left," I chuckled.

"Who's her friend?" Jake asked curiously.

"Wanda, do you know her?"

"Uh, maybe. I've seen her with a couple of girls lately. She sure his popular this year," He said smiling warmly.

"She's a cute girl, pretty soon the boys will chasing after her then my real problems begin," I sighed.

"We'll protect her," Joe said looking stern, "won't we Jake?"

"Yeah, if she wants us to," he laughed, "maybe she don't need protection from some of them."

Shawn joined his brothers as they went out to check out Sarah's new friend and I relaxed a little knowing my kids were once more safe and sound at home. Wanda would become one of Sarah's closest friends and a frequent visitor in our home. Wanda's folks were hard working simple people and the couple of times I met then they seemed very nice.



Jake and I continued to sneak around and engage in our sorted affair despite my misgivings, but I wondered how much longer we could keep this up before one of the kids caught us. Though I was only his adopted father I had to admit that it had begun to feel a little strange carrying on a sexual affair with my "son" and that began to wear on me a little.

If Jake was bothered by the inappropriateness of the situation he never let on, stealing into my room each night, then off to his own toward morning, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I was torn between wanting to do the right thing for Jake and having the most wonderful lover of my life, and it soon took it's toll on me.

I began to worry that we'd be discovered and the kids would wind up being yanked away from me and split up just as I'd feared they would be if Evelyn kept them and I was a nervous wreck. I had no idea how the other kids would react if they knew what was going on with their now 15  year old brother and their adopted daddy, and I finally got so paranoid I decided it was time to talk to Jake about cooling our relationship.

My opportunity to talk to him came one day when he stayed home sick with a bad cold. I got the other kids off to school and went in to see if Jake needed anything but he had gone back to sleep. I sat at his side and waited, mulling over my thoughts and trying to figure out what to say to him while he slept fitfully in his small bed in the office.

I wasn't sure I was ready for our conversation yet, but suddenly his eyes drifted open and he managed a little smile. I felt his forehead to see if he was hot but he didn't seem to have a fever. His nose was stuffed up and his eyes looked puffy and I wondered if it was allergies rather than a cold.

"Hey, feeling better?"

"A little. I hate to be a pain, but can I have some juice or something. I'm really thirsty."

"How about some punch, I think that will set better than OJ?"

"Yeah, that's good...thanks dad," he said taking my hand and squeezing it gently.

I winked and went to get him juice and when I returned he was sitting up blowing his nose. He chunked the tissue in the trash and I handed him the juice and he took a little sip, then winced a little.

"Throat sore?"

"A little, not bad though. It was just cold."

I nodded. A million thoughts were running through my mind. What if he got really sick and I had to take him to the doctor? Could the doctor look at  him and tell he was having anal sex? Would he know Jake had sucked cock? Was I headed to prison and my kids to foster care?

"What's wrong dad?" Jake said coughing a little and frowning.

"We need to talk son," I said simply and for the next ten minutes I laid out all my fears and misgivings as he listened with sad eyes. When I was finished he sighed.

"Okay, I understand.....but, you can't just stop loving me because you're scared someone will find out."

"I will always love you....." I began but he cut me off.

"I don't mean that kid of love, you know what I mean.  We love each other in a special way. We...we connect physically. I'm not good with words, but you know what I mean, I know you feel it too. It shows in what we do and how you treat me. It's special, it's wonderful, and I'm not giving it up that easy," he said as tears flowed down his cheeks.

God, not the tears! I moaned in my head. 

"So...what do we do?" I asked throwing it back at him. If he wanted us to continue I wanted us to both be on the same page.

He didn't miss a beat. It was as if he had been thinking about this for a while and already had his answer formulated.

"First of all....don't worry about the other kids. Joe and Sarah already know what's up and Shawny is too little to understand."

"What?" I sputtered, "Joe and Sarah know? When did this happen?"

"They just figured it out. I didn't tell them, but I didn't deny it either." He said quickly.

"What did they say, are they upset?"

He laughed softly, "Are you kidding? They think the sun rises and sits on your behind and they love you more than you will ever know. And they respect you and they respect me. They think it's cool...at least Joe does. I think he's a little jealous. Did you know Joe thinks he's gay?"

"I have suspected it, but he has never came to me with it," I said calming down a little. I wondered how he was dealing with it on his own, or if he was. Maybe Jake was his support.

"So, you don't have to worry about the kids. Now, about the doctor. Why would he be checking out my butthole? I have a cold. If I have a butt ache I'll let you look at it first," he said grinning.

I sighed, "I guess I don't have any say in this really, do I?"

"Nope, none at all. You're stuck with me."

"I guess I should feel better, but now I wonder how I can face Joe and Sarah without feeling weird."

"I knew I shouldn't have told you, but I wanted you to know that you had nothing to worry about at home. Now, just relax and when I get better I will make you forget all about your worries," he said grinning.

"Okay, but right now....I want you to stay in this bed and take it easy. In fact, why don't you move into my room. You can watch TV and relax better in my big bed."

I moved him into my room and got him some chicken soup and more juice and handed him the remote to my 32" flat screen TV. While he surfed I did some laundry and general house cleaning checking in on him every few minutes to make sure he was okay. The last time he motioned me in and I sat down beside him.

"Rob, there......there's something going on at my school....some kid with a gun shot some kids and a teacher," he said looking pale and starting to cry. "Oh, God...I hope they're all right....Rob....what is wrong with this world?"

"I watched with horror as the news crew showed the tape of the police racing in as the sounds of gunshots rang out. Then it was quiet and paramedics began rolling stretchers into the school. After what seemed like ages, but was only a few minute, the stretchers came back out, two of them with bloody sheets pulled up over their occupants heads."

"Are...are...they dead. Is that why they pulled the sheet over their faces?"

All I could do was nod as I hugged him to me. Then the phone rang and I pulled it from my pocket. It was someone from Joe and Sarah's school.

"I need to go get the other kids and I don't want to leave you here so get dressed."

Jake slipped on sweats and his tennies and we headed out to get the kids. All three kids attended Cooper Elementary which was only a few blocks away and I was glad to see that the staff had all three of them rounded up in the cafeteria. Shawn ran to me and hugged me, but I could tell tell that he was confused. No one had told the kids what had really happened,  but I'm sure they knew something bad had happened or they wouldn't be going home early.

I gathered them up and after hugs we piled in the car and headed home. Jake was shaking but he had stopped crying before we left the house. I supposed he was in shock. After all this was his school and he had to have known some of the kids involved. I didn't have any experience dealing with a situation like this, but I knew there would be counselors and support at school once Jake returned to school.

Suddenly I had this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and I reeled and felt ready to pass out.  I realized that if Jake had not been sick today, he might very well be one of those bodies lying beneath a bloody sheet. I had to sit down before I fell down and my little family rallied around me. Shawn climbed into my lap and gave me kisses, while Jake sat so close to me I could feel his body heat. Was he running a fever again?

I explained as best I could to the kids what had happened and wasn't surprised when they burst into tears. Shawn buried his head in my chest and I wrapped him in my arms and held him tight as he cried and soon he quieted down and I realized he was asleep. Joe wiped his eyes then got up slowly and left the room. I watched with concern ready to go after him,  but Jake touched my arm and shook his head. He knew Joe better than me and I supposed the boy needed some time alone to digest all this.

Sarah asked to be excused and went to change our of her school clothes and I got up and carried Shawn to my bed and laid him down gently. I didn't want to disturb Joe but I still had this nagging feeling that I needed to go to him. Jake followed me like a puppy and when I suggested he needed to get back in bed he shook his head no.

"I want to stay with you. Can we just sit down and snuggle for a while?"

How could I refuse my boy anything he asked, especially at a time like this? I made him a nest on the couch and sat down with his feet in my lap and massaged them until he fell asleep. Once I was sure he was asleep I gently laid his feet down and rose. I just had to check on Joe or I would never be able to rest.

I knocked gently on his door and after a few minutes in a husky voice Joe told me to come in. He was laying on his bed with a pillow over his middle and he looked flushed. Had I interrupted something? I didn't think it was weird or anything, I knew that masturbation could be an escape at times. I remembered when I was a boy that masturbating made me forget my troubles and when I was sick it was better medicine than the doctors prescribed.

"Sorry, just wanted to make sure you were okay," I said standing there with my hand on the door knob.

"It's okay dad, I'm fine," he said sadly, "I know some of the kids that go to Jake's school," he said almost to himself, "I hope none of them got hurt. Dad...why do things like this happen?"

I bridged the gap between us quickly as the tears began to flow from Joe's eyes and sat down beside him and hugged him to me. 

"I don't know son, sometimes bad things just happen. This boy....the one who did this. Maybe he was on drugs or maybe he was bullied. I don't know. It almost seems like every time something like this happens, it just causes more of the same. I think the media has something to do with it, but the truth is...no one knows."

"Is it...is it the devil?"

"I don't know if it's the devil, but it is evil. All men have good and evil inside them and sometimes the evil seems to take over. But this  thing, this school thing is a new evil. We never had things like this happen when I was in school.....not even when my kids were growing up. Schools were a safe place....but now...they need armed guards and metal detectors."

"Will it be safe when we go back to school?" Joe asked, voicing exactly what I was thinking.

"I hope this will be a wakeup call for the whole city. I'm sure they will be more observant and take precautions, but I don't think I'll be sending you kids back for a while."

"Dad, I love you so much," he said sniffing back tears, "will you stay with me for  a while?"

I held Joe and rocked him like a little child until his breathing was steady and he was asleep. I lay there with him for a while gazing at his innocence and beauty and my heart ached for him. He had so many things going on in his life and he didn't need this added on, hell none of us did, but such is life. And as they say what don't kill you makes you stronger and by now these kids should supermen.

Jake awoke and came looking for me and when he saw us cuddled up together he crawled in beside Joe and hugged him from the other side. I guess he fell asleep pretty quick, but truthfully I was catching a few z's myself. I awoke to darkness and realized the sun had gone down. 

Shawn was still asleep but Sarah was watching the latest news report on the school shooting. Two teachers were dead and five students injured, but all of the students were expected to recover. I was thankful for that, but very sad to think that two teachers had lost their lives protecting the kids. In my books they were heroes and I hoped that they would be remembered that way.

We ate a light supper of sandwiches and soup and retired to the living room to talk about our feelings about what had happened. All in all the kids took it pretty well. They were smart kids, and though it frightened and saddened them, they were beginning to bounce back as kids always do. I let them stay up late and do whatever they wanted, but Jake was still feeling bad and spent the rest of the evening laying on the sofa with his head in my lap.

No one thought it was strange when I put Jake to bed in my room and once we were settled in that night the parade began. First Shawn, then Joe and finally Sarah came to cuddle and be comforted and I don't know how we did it, but we all managed to fit in my king size bed that night. I slept fitfully, waking often to check on the kids who seemed to be having as much trouble with slumber as I was. Once I watched Jake as he thrashed about then jerked awake panting as if he had run a mile. I calmed him and soon he was back to sleep, but I kept an eye on him for a while just to make sure he was okay.

Morning brought little to soothe our pains. We were all tired but after a good breakfast the kids seemed to perk up a little. I decided to let them watch TV despite the fact that the shootings were still prominent in the news. I decided they deserved to know what was happening and that it was not my place to keep the truth from them.

The shooter was a 15 year old named Hunter Williams. By all accounts he was a good student, well adjusted and popular, but something had gone terribly wrong with him and we might never know what for he died by his own hand just before the police rushed the building.

Why did it seem like it always turned out this way? How could anyone ever get any closure when they had no way of knowing what provoked this handsome popular boy to do what he had done? Two deaths and no answers. And what of the injured students? How would this affect their outlook on life, how would it affect their future? Would they live their lives in fear or recover and go on as if nothing had happened? I doubted that, how could you have a brush with death and not be changed forever?

Many questions, no answers. As the day went on I expected a call from Evelyn. Surely she must've heard about the shooting and put two and two together and figured out it was Jake's school. But by evening she still hadn't called and I began to fume about her lack of interest in her kids. For all she knew Jake could be one of those poor kids laying in the hospital wondering why they had been picked as targets.

After supper I decided to give her a call while the kids were bathing. Jake was engrossed in some series on TV and I slipped off to my room and called the number Evelyn had given me in her last letter. It rang a few times then went to voicemail and I left a curt but informative message and no sooner had I hung up then the phone rang.

It was Evelyn and she was talking ninety miles an hour. No, she hadn't heard about the shooting. Was Jake okay, what about the other kids, were they okay? And other questions a concerned mother should be asking. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or frightened by her sudden change in direction. Would she want the kids with her now?

I finally managed to calm her down and tell her what had happened and that I was keeping the kids home for the rest of the week and she seemed satisfied. We talked about her job and her new living arrangements with three of her friends but I could sense that there were things she wasn't telling me. Like for instance that her and her three "friends" were actually lovers, but I didn't care about that. Hell, if it kept her happy and in California she could have a dozen lovers. I had no interest in that worn out twat of hers and never would. She was simply a way and means of keeping my family together.

Finally she managed to steer the conversation in the direction of her monthly check and actually had the nerve to ask for an advance on next month. I finally agreed to send her two hundred and told her not to worry about repaying it. It was worth it to me to keep her happy and a thousand miles away. Before we hung up I asked her if she would like to talk to the kids but she hum hawed around and said it was probably best if she didn't upset them anymore than they were. That was more like the old Evelyn and I smiled despite my disapproval of her lack of parenting skills. But in a way she was probably right, the kids really didn't need any more drama right now.

I went in to find Jake  and the others piled down watching TV and they made me a place on the couch and Shawn took his place in my lap and Jake snuggled up on one side and Sarah on the other while Joe sat at my feet and leaned back against my legs. I forgot all about Evelyn and the shooting for the next two hours and just basked in the love of my little family. Sometimes it took a tragedy to make you realized just how lucky you were and how much you had, and I was one lucky guy with treasure beyond measure in my little family.




Chapter Four

Time heals all wounds



We spent the rest of that week doing things together and by the weekend the kids seemed to have recovered nicely. Jake's cold was much better and his energy level back and I suggested we go play miniature golf at the big sports complex not too far away. There were batting cages and an arcade and a huge minature gold course and I was almost as excited as the kids as we rolled into the parking lot.

I got tokens for everyone and let them play a few games first then we gravitated toward the batting cages and Joe and Jake took turns swatting the 60mph balls and both were quite good. I was afraid to let Shawn try because of his age, but he didn't make a big deal out of it and when we finally went out to play golf he was dancing with joy.

I helped Shawn with some of his shots, but actually he was pretty good for a little kid. The others seemed to be having the time of their lives, including Sarah who hadn't stopped smiling since we got to the complex. She looked really pretty today in a peach colored dress I had bought her and white tennies on her tiny feet and I noticed a couple of boys giving her a looking over and she smiled at them and gave them those fawn eyes that she was famous for....he he. Yes, soon I would have to get a big stick to beat her many suitors off, but really....was it my job to keep her from them? It was that age old battle that all fathers must face with thier daughters. I was torn between being proud of how sweet and beautiful she was and worrying about her being taken advantage of by some boy with raging hormones.

Joe was a natural at almost anything he tried and miniature golf was no exception. More than once he sunk the ball in one shot and he would have to wait for us to catch up. The weather was cool, but the sun was out and before too long we had shed our jackets and tied them around our waist as we advanced through the course.

When the last ball was sank and the course played out we regrouped and I took the kids out for lunch. We found a new place near the complex where they served pizza, hamburgers, and chicken and everyone had something different. I found after our workout at the golf course that I was starved and Jake and I split a pizza, while Shawn had chicken nuggets, and Joe and Sarah had burgers. We laughed and cut up at the table eliciting smiles from those around us and I noticed a boy about Sarah's age giving us an occassional look and shy smile.

"Do any of  you know that boy?" I asked the kids after a while.

"That's Dakota," Sarah said blushing, "he's the cutest boy in my class," she said flashing him a smile.

OMG, so that was it, she had a crush on this boy and he must be sensing her vibes.

"Well, why don't you go say hi to him?" 

"Oh, dad...I couldn't do that. He is so popular and he doesn't even know I"m alive."

I laughed, "Sweetie, believe me the way he has been looking at you he not only knows you're alive but he likes you."

"No way," she said looking his way just as his head came around and when their eyes met he smiled shyly, "Well...maybe I could just walk by and say hi...on my way to....to get another straw."

I chuckled, I guess she had been thinking about how to make a move all along and my prompting had only helped her along. I watched as she got up being careful to smooth her dress down in front and back like a little princess then walk slowly toward Dakota's table. I watched him closely and saw the sparkle in his eyes as she approached. I figured by now his palms must be sweeting and his heart almost beating out of his chest. 

Then she was there and he looked up at her and mouthed the words "hi Sarah",  proving that he did know who she was. She hesitated a moment as he said something to his parents then he jumped up and walked with her toward the condiment bar. 

"Dad, why did you do that?" Jake said frowning, "you now what he wants?"

"Jake, that's a terrible thing to say. They are only 11 years old I hardly think he wants "that" at this point. He's just feeling the butterflies of his first crush and from the look on Sarah's face I'd say she is feeling it too."

"Well, I'll beat holy crap out of him if he tries anything."

"Yeah, me too," Joe said looking up from his plate. I know that kid and he's okay though. His folks are like doctors or something and he's pretty rich, but he don't act all stuck up or anything. He's good at sports and on the swim team."

I could certainly see that,  his body was lithe and muscular looking for a kid his age and I imagined in a speedo he was one cute little bundle. I shook my head to clear it. Here I was lusting over my  baby girl's first boyfriend. I chuckled to myself, well at least Sarah and I had something in common, we both liked boys.

They returned eventually and  split up at his table and then after a few more words, perhaps a promise to talk soon, she came back to our table and slid in beside Joe.

Joe rolled his eyes and gave her a silly smile, "How's your new boyfriend doing?"

"Fine...I mean..he's not my boyfriend...yet, anyway," she said grinning.

"Trust me, he's hooked," I teased, "and why not, you're the prettiest little girl in 5th grade."

"Oh, dad....you're just prejudiced, that's all," she said but I could tell she liked the compliment.

"Am I lying boys?"

"No, you are pretty," Joe admitted and if that kid tries any crap I'll kick his ass.....me and Jake."

"Just make sure he knows that sis," Jake said grinning,  "and he won't give you no trouble."

"Boys, please....don't scare him off. I can handle myself, I don't need your help," she said sounding very un-Sarah like. Was this girl in love? I knew love could make a lioness out a kitty cat, was that what was happening with my gentle sweet little girl?

"Okay, but if you need us...."

"Thanks," she said smiling. 

The object of  her affection and the boys' concern left shortly afterwards but not before coming to the table and introducing himself to me and the boys. I supposed his parents had initiated that and I took that as a good sign that they were good parents but most of all that they approved of Sarah and their son being friends.

"Hi, I'm Dakota," he said offering his small soft hand. 

Usually I like to bump fists to show how cool I am, but I couldn't resist shaking his hand just to feel his warm soft flesh. His handshake was firm but not overbearing and he broke it off quickly.

"Well, I'm Rob and this is Jake and Joe and Shawn. So you and Sarah go to school together, huh?"

"Yes sir. I gave her my cell number, I hope it's okay if she calls me."

"Yes, of course. I think that's nice. Perhaps someday you can come over and visit for a while."

"Yes sir, I'd like that. Well, I have to go. I'll talk to you later Sarah. Will you be back to school Monday?"

"Yes, definitely," she said eying me for approval and I nodded, "See you then."

Whe he was gone I gave Sarah a smile, "He's a cute boy Sarah and it's obvious he likes you....a lot."

She blushed, "He's nice too, not stuck up like I thought he'd be."

"Just goes to show you can't judge a book by it's cover. Well, kiddos are you ready to roll?"

After lunch we drove to Kmart and picked up a few things as we wandered around just browsing. They already had Halloween sfuff out and I knew it wouldn't be long before Christmas items began to fill the shelves and I thought about how wonderful it would be to have a family once again at Christmas. I would spoil these kids rotten if I wasn't careful, but they were good kids and very appreciative of everything I did for them. I didn't want my fears and insecurities to ruin what was proving to be a beautiful and smooth running relationship between me and the kids.

Back at home everyone agreed a nap was in order, especially Jake who was still a little weak from being sick and he and I piled down in my bed and the others in theirs. I awoke with someting hard and warm pressing into my side and smiled. We hadn't had sex since Jake got sick and then there was the school shooting,  and both of us was way past ready to explode. 

"You awake?" I said softly.

"Yeah, and horny," Jake said nuzzling my neck.

"Good, cause so am I. Hold on while I lock the door," I said rolling out of bed.

He was on his back and already had his sweat pants down to his knees by the time I got back to bed. I wasted no time as I crawled between his legs and started licking his nuts. He moaned softly and pushed his wet throbbing cock at me and I moved my attention there, licking and sucking on the head savoring the taste of his pre-cum. He gasped as I swallowed is cock to the root feeling his soft wiry pubes tickle my nose. He smelled and tasted so good and the feel of the smooth taut skin of his penis was wonderful. 

Soon I was bobbing up and down as my tongue worked on his sensitive head and he grabbed my head and took over guiding me up and down as he drove his cock deep into my throat. It didn't take long for his to reach the edge and with on final thrust he began to spew several days of pent up boy juice into my mouth. I gobbled it down greedily then held his cock in my mouth as he continued to leak a little as he came back down form his orgasmic high.

"Wow, that was amazing," he panted, "I really needed that. Now, I need something else."

"Oh?" I said as I scooted up to nuzzle his neck and kiss him letting him taste his own flavor on my tongue and lips, "What would that be?" I said with excitement.

He sighed, "You know, make love to me." He had quit calling it fucking and now only refered to it as making love and I agreed with his verbage one hundred percent.

"Okay, roll onto your side," I said lustily as I found the lube in the nightstand.

Minutes later I was deep inside Jake's hot tight tunnel and when I bottomed out I pulled him close and began to move slowly against him. My cock seemed extra  sensitive that day and it didn't take me long to get to the edge. I tried to hold on, to draw it out as long as possible, but my need was too great and his body too hot for me to last any longer. 

With a loud groan I began to fill my boy lover, my son, with my hot thick baby patter. I had read stories where it was called breeding and suddenly I began to understand what they meant. Maybe he couldn't have my child, but the feeling of posessing him and marking him as my own was just as powerful as if he had been a woman. 

I collapsed in a pool of sweat and just lay there for a long time inside him as we dozed off and on. Eventually we rose and showered and got dressed and by then the others were up and watching TV. When we wandered in I felt a little odd wondering if they suspected what we had been doing and I blushed despite myself.

Jake on the other hand seemed perfectly relaxed and he moved Joe's leg and plopped down beside him on the couch and asked him what they were watching. They seemed to be closer lately and I wondered if it had to something to do with Joe's confiding in Jake about his sexuality. I was a little hurt that Joe hadn't confided in me first, but I tried not to dwell on that.  I was certain he would eventually seek me out and ask my advice. 

I fixed meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy  and green beans for supper and the kids ate like they were starved despite the big lunch. For dessert we had peach apple cobbler with ice cream and Jake and Joe volunteered to clean up while the rest of us went in to watch TV. 

Shawn climbed up into my lap as usual and Sarah sat close beside me twirling her hair and pretending to watch TV, but I could tell there was something on her mind.

"What's up baby girl?"

"Oh nothing...well, I was wondering...what if Dakota's folks don't like me...because I'm...you know...I mean adopted and all?"

"I think they already like you or they wouldn't have let Dakota come introduce himself. They may be rich or docotors, but that doesn't mean they are stuck up or snooty. Look at Dakota, he is a nice young boy and he had to learn that somewhere."

"Yeah, I guess. I'm just so nervous."

I pulled her into a hug, "Sweetie you just don't understand, you have the power. You are young and sweet and so cute it hurts and any boy who gets within your power is helpless. You call the shots from now on," I chuckled.

She grinned, "Oh, dad....you're funny." But I think she already knew that I spoke the truth. Most females figured that one out early.

The older boys joined us then and we had a nice evening watching TV and basking in the warmth of family. I got up and got the camera a little later and took a few pics for the family album and for me when I got old and grey. It was a wonderful weekend spent having fun and loving each other, but too soon Monday came and it was  back to reality.




I was a mess when it was time for the kids to go to school that Monday following the shooting and I decided to take  them myself rather than let them walk. As they loaded into the car I could sense they felt as nervous as I did and I vowed to lighten up a little. I didn't want them to live in fear for the rest of their lives, but I was hard put to find any reasurring words.

"I'll be picking you up too," I said as I dropped Joe and Sarah and Shawn off, "Watch out for Shawn okay and don't worry. It will be fine. And Sarah, tell Dakota I said hi," I teased.

I watched as they bounced away and I felt a little better about things, but there was still Jake to worry about. His school was where it had all happened and somewhere within those halls and classrooms two teachers had died and several students had been wounded when one of their own had gone on a rampage.

I could tell Jake was nervous but he was a strong kid and was doing his best to keep it together. I looked over at him and he smiled nervously.

"I hope they cleaned up all the blood," Jake said almost to himself.

"I'm sure they have or they wouldn't have reopened the school this soon. Jake, are you okay? You can miss one more day if you need to, the school will understand."

"No...no, I'm fine. I want to go back. I...can't explain it...but, I need to do this."

I understood exactly. He needed to face his demons and triumph over them and I had never understood him better or had more respect for him. I nodded and gave him a smile, "I understand and I've never been more proud of you, but if you need me...call me, okay?"

"Sure, thanks...dad. I love you."

"I love you too son."

As I let him out in the drop off zone it was all I could do not to cry out for him to come back, to take him back home with me to  comfort me and help with my fears and needs. I watched as he walked away and was relieved to see some of his buddies joining him at the door. With his buds around him he'd be fine.

I returned home and busied myself doing mundane tasks as the hours ticked away. At noon I paused for lunch and had a salad and a glass of iced tea as I watched the news on TV. I wasn't expecting to see anything new, but suddenly there was Jake's school on the screen again and I turned up the volume. There was new evidence into the investigation of the young man's motives and apparenty a suicide note had been found on the boy's laptop.

The boy had outlined his struggles with his sexuality, his rejection by his parents, and the abuse he had been facing at school, but there was nothing indicating what he had planned. Authorities and mental health experts had conjectured that at first he had  planned to end his own life, but somewhere along the way his plans had changed, maybe as late as that day. Caring two of his father's hand guns he had walked into the school, gone to his first  class and then when the bell rang he walked to his second class of the day, shot the teacher point blank and several students who tried to stop him. Walking out into the hall he shot another teacher who had come to see what was happening then turned the gun on himself and fired a single bullet into his brain, killing him instantly.

Even as his body collapsed to the floor police were arriving out front, having been alerted by cell phone buy one of the students cowering under her desk, and moments later they rushed in to find a scene straight out of a TV crime drama. Ambulances arrived and carried away the dead and injured and the long struggle to make sense of what had happened that faithful morning began.

I was on pins and needles all afternoon and when it was time to pick up the kids I was there in record time. Joe, Sarah, and Shawn were all smiles as I picked them up and each gave me a hug before buckling up for our trip to the Junior high where Jake was just getting out of class.

He was waiting for us in the pickup lane talking to a few buds and when he saw us he said his goodbyes and slowly headed our way. As he slid in beside me he gave me a wry smile.

"Well, it wasn't any of my classes and nowhere near where I would have been, so you can stop worrying about that. I didn't know any of the kids that got shot, but I did know one of the teachers cause  he was a coach and I had him for PE."

"Oh, Jake....I don't know what to say. I feel so sorry for the kids and for the famiies of everyone involved. This will take a long time to forget, but we can't let it change us in a bad way. We can't live in fear or go around worrying if we're next, but we can be more mindful of what's going on around us. Maybe if someone had figured out what this kid was going through earlier, he might have been saved, all of them saved."

Jake shrugged, "I sort of feel sorry for him.....I mean I know he's dead and he killed those teachers and all, but he must've felt awful to do all those things."

"We'll never know what he felt for sure, but...." I told them about the note that was discovered and they listened  somberly.

"Boy, that sucks," Joe said speaking softly, "I'm glad my family isn't like that. Uh, dad...when we get home can I talk to you about something...it's kind of important?"

"You know you can talk to me about anything," I said smiling knowingly, "as soon as you kids get your snack come see me in my office."

Once we were home the kids seemed to fall back into their usual routine, changing out of their school clothes then grabbing a snack, before starting any homework they might have. They were good kids and I seldom had to remind them to do their chores or their homework. As soon as they had their snack I went to my office and waited for Joe.

He showed up looking sheepish and shy, just like the old Joe and I gave him a big smile and told him to come in and shut the door. He sat down on the edge of Jake's bed and sighed.

"Well...I guess you probably already know this..but, well...I...it's about...you know...me liking boys and not girls. Dad...I think I'm gay," he said looking small and sad.

I held out my arms and he practically jumped into them. I hugged him and kissed his hair smelling of boy and shampoo and pulled him into my lap. He was a lot bigger than Shawn, but as far as I was concerned my lap was big enough for all my kids.

"Joe, whether you are straight or gay or bi or anything in between, it doesn't matter to me...or to your family. We love you unconditionally. Do you know what that means?"

He nodded, "I think so...it means you love me no matter what?"

"That's about it.  So, if you like boys, that's fine with me. I understand that pretty well since I'm also gay," I said admitting what I was sure they had all suspected all along.

"You...you..are?" Joe said looking at me and tilting his head like a curious puppy, "But you were married and had kids."

"And having kids was the most amazing experience of my life. I loved my wife and kids but there was always an empty place inside me and I'll be honest, I wasn't always able to resist filling the void."

"You had sex with men while you were married?"

"I'm not proud of it, but I won't lie. I was a good husband and father, but I lived a double life. Joe, I hope you never have to do that. If I had been honest with myself when I was younger I might not have lived a lie for so long, but as I said I don't regret a moment of my life because of my wonderful children. And now I have a second family and this time I am going to be totally honest with everyone envolved."

He smiled, "Boy, I don't feel so bad any more. I got it easy compared to you. Anyway Jake knows, I told him and he's cool with it. He says he's not sure if he's gay or not, but he likes....doing stuff with guys," he added blushing, "but that he might like girls too."

I nodded, this was news to me, but then Jake and I had never really talked about his sexuality. I had just assumed that he was gay, but sexuality was such a slipery thing these days. Kids didn't really dwell on whether they were gay or straight, they just did what felt good no matter what the sex of their partner. Maybe it was time for that talk.

"And you may find that you like girls too, or you may find you don't. Either way, it's no big deal. Who you like is between you and that person. It's no one else's business. I know at your age it's hard to imagine being happy and different, but believe me it's a lot easier today than it was when I was a boy. Being gay when I was growing up was totally unaccepted, but today...kids are coming out as young as 10 or 12 all over the interenet."

"I don't think I want to do that," he said looking nervous, "I just want to find someone who's like me, a friend who undertands, that's all."

"Like I said, it's no one's business but yours, so if you don't want anyone else to know that's fine. I sense that there's more to this visit than just telling me you might be gay. You must've known Jake had already told me, so...is there more?"

 He nodded, blushing bright red and once again taking up a place on Jake's bed, "Well...see, what I really want to know is...how does it work? I mean I know what a boy and a girl does, but what do guys do. I mean do they just...well you know... masturbate and touch each other, or what?"

I chuckled, "Well, there's a bit more to it than that, but I'm not sure I'm the one who should provide that information. Have you considered asking Jake?"

"Oh, yeah...." he said brightening, "he knows what two guys do....cause he does it a lot," he said grinning at me.

I frowned, "That didn't go as I'd planned," I said laughing, "so I guess there's not much harm in telling you all I know since you already know something about me that I had planned on keeping a secret."

"Jake didn't tell me, I swear. I just...well...I figured it out but it's cool. I don't have a problem with it and neither does Sarah. Shawny don't know, he's too young for that stuff."

"Okay, well...to get myself out of this awkward situation I guess it would be in my best interest to tell you what you want to know about boy/boy sex."

"Yeah, tell me dad. I'd rather hear it from you then from Jake or on the internet."

"Okay, okay...well...keep in mind that I am not suggesting you do any of these things, but I am smart enough to know that when the time comes you will want to."

"Like what dad?"

"I'm assuming you know what oral and anal sex is?"

"Ummm...sucking and fuc....uh, butt sex?"

"Yes, and you may use that word if it helps but I will try to keep this as clinical as posible so I may use some proper names for it."

"That's cool. Okay, so tell me about oral sex."

"Okay, well...here goes," I said trying to forget my nervousness and treat this as a normal father/son talk, "you know how good masturbation feels,"  he nodded and looked excited, "well having someone else touch you there and touching someone else there is even more pleasureable. That's pretty much the first step, next comes oral sex."

"Isn't a penis dirty? I mean that's where pee comes from, should I make sure it's clean all the time?"

I smiled, he really did have a lot to learn. "Common sense would tell you that I guess, but once you find someone who...well, that excites you, you'll probably forget all that stuff. You know your sense of smell has a lot to do with sex too and once you get a whiff of some other boy's junk you will know what I mean. You won't care if he just peed or even if he hasn't bathed that day, you will want that thing in your mouth. I don't want to make it sound like you have no control, but let's face it once you get sexually arroused anything can happen. Now as to whether it is safe to put a penis in your mouth: I will say this, as long as the dude is reasonably clean and since most of your first partners will be virgins like yourself and disease free, you have nothing to worry about."

"But how does it work? What do I do?"

"Ah, technique. Well, technique is everything when it comes to giving head."

He giggled at the word head, but I could see he was eager to learn all he could. I discussed technique in detail, explaining how to use his tongue and lips and emphasized the importance of not letting teeth contact delcate flesh. I discussed deep throating, but I told him that most of the penises he would be sucking (assuming he was sticking with boys his own age) wouldn't be much of a problem in the area.

"Deep throating is highly overrated as far as I'm concerned, not to be rude, but I can give great oral sex and never take more than half of the guy's penis in my mouth and I've never had any complaints. The real key is... if you love sucking cock, you will be good at it and the guy will sense the love and respond accordingly. Yeah, there are some guys who may want to shove their cock down your throat and take charge, but it's ultimately up to the person giving the blow job to control things. That being said, some guys actually like being dominated and having a cock shoved down their throat, but I've never been a fan of that myself." Until I met Jake, I didn't add.

"So, I should just try it to see what I like? I mean what if I don't like doing that...sucking a penis?"

"Do you have doubts? Maybe you're not as gay as you think."

"No...not really. I get all...flustered when I see a cute boy and sometimes I get...you know...erections thinking about being with a boy. I wonder what their penis looks like and if they masturbate and stuff like that."

"I smiled, you're still young. There is no hurry for any of this. I can give you the information but you don't have to use it till you're ready. Sometimes it's best to start slow and work your way up. Mutual masturbation is a good way to start. Jerking with another boy can be a lot of fun and it's less pressure than most of the other stuff. Usually mutual masturbation leads to masturbating each other and well....it can go further if both boys are into it."

"What about...uh, anal sex. That really sounds dirty, I mean poop comes out of there. Isn't that messy and smelly?"

I laughed, "Now there I will agree with you. In fact I'd say anal sex isn't for everyone. A lot of gay guys don't go there despite what the media and the public would make you think. A lot of gay guys are fine with oral and kissing and that sort of thing."

"Kissing sounds cool," Joe said grinning.

"Oh, let me tell you buddy, kissing the right person can be as good as sex sometimes. But usually it leads to sex which is cool too."

"I've never kissed anyone, how will I learn how to do it right?"

Was that a hint? "Well, I'll tell you how I learned. I learned by kissing girls. Wait, don't say anything yet. If there is one thing most girls know how to do it is kissing. It's as if it is some inbred ability that most of us guys have to learn the hard way. Who knows in the process you may discover you like girls a little more than you thought."

"I don't know. Won't the girl think I like her and stuff. I don't want to hurt some girl just to learn how to kiss boys."

"That's very noble of you, but some girls just like kissing and they seldom want sex, but yes they may think you like them more than you do. It works best if you have a girl friend who knows you like boys, they are the best kind. They will do anything to help you. I mean look at it like this, you both like boys so it's easy to talk about those things and you're safe with her because she knows she can't expect more from you."

"That makes sense. There is this one girl at school that's pretty cool and we're sort of friends. Maybe I can talk to her about...kissing," he said blushing."

"Well, do you think  I've shared enough or do you still have questions?"

He sighed, "I know there will be lots more I'll want to talk about, but this is enough for now. Thanks dad, you're the best," he said coming over to hug me again. 

I patted his back and felt all teary eyed. It was so awesome to be there for him and make his journey on the road to life a little easier. 

"Any time you need me, I'm here. And you can ask me anything and I promise I will answer to the best of my abilty and never judge you. I know you are a good boy and I trust your judgement for most things, but if it ever gets to be too much for you to handle, please come to me for help."

"I will. Well, I better go do my homework so I can have some free time later. Thanks again dad...love ya."

"I love you too and I'm very proud of you. Now go do your homework and after dinner we'll watch a movie or something fun."

I sat there  long after he had left and thought about how wonderful my life had become. There was something special about being able to help a child through the difficulties of life. I sometimes wondered how different my own life would have been if I had had someone to guide me. Instead I lived in secrecy and fear and hid my true feelings and eventually tried to change just to conform to what others expected of me. But I had turned out okay, I was well adjusted and happy...now, even if I was sleeping with my 15 year old adopted son. Boy, who was I kidding, I was one messed up guy, but still happy.

I fixed a light supper, soup and sandwiches so we could have more time for family activities and I took the kids bowling again after we'd eaten. Sarah was especially excited and again amazed us with her abilty to bowl a perfect strike almost every time. I noticed Joe looking at other boys there and I smiled. His awakening sexuality was pulling him in directions he would never have thought of a few months ago and I was glad I was able to give him a firm platform of information to ease things along.

Jake seemed happy and we all had a lot of fun and afterwards we stopped in the arcade and I even played a few games with Shawn. On the drive home the kids started singing silly songs and I soon joined in. The car was filled with love and laughter and I had never felt so loved or needed in all my life. I thanked God for sending my kids into my life and vowed to do my best to make sure they had the wonderful life that they deserved.

After showers and baths the kids piled into bed and I tucked each in and kissed them goodnight before returning to my room to find Jake snuggled down under the covers. I smiled and climbed in beside him, and from that night on Jake slept with me and no one seemed to mind or even notice. 

A week later I got a letter from California from someone named Andrew Pike. The return address was the same one I had been sending Evelyn's checks to so I supposed Mr. Pike was one of the friends she had mentioned several times. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I opened the letter and with trembling hands I read the following:

Dear Sir,

I hate to break the news to you like this but Evelyn is dead. She was found dead in her bed last Tuesday and the cops said they thought she ODed, but I don't know for sure. I am sorry, I know she was your wife and all but the county already took the body and cremated it so there is nothing you can do. She left some stuff here and if you want it I will send it to you. I know she had some kids and I feel sorry for them too, and I am sending all her pictures she had so they can at least have them.

If you need to talk to me here is my cell phone number 310-xxx-xxx or my email is apike63@yahoo.com. Sorry about all this.

Andy Pike

Enclosed were six photos of the kids, two of them with her in the picture. The pictures seemed to have been taken over several years and I was amazed at the changes that had taken place from picture to picture.

I suppose I should have been saddened, maybe even cried, after all she was my wife, but all I could think about was the kids and how this would affect them. They had just started to feel comfortable and safe in their new home with there new dad, and now they would have to deal with this.

I even considered withholding the information from them, after all how would they ever know? The woman hadn't called and the only letters I ever got were asking for money sometimes telling me to tell the kids hi, sometimes not. But I knew I had to tell them the truth, because that's how families did things. I expected the truth from them and they deserved it from me.

I called the number Mr. Pike had given me and when he answered it was obvious he was half asleep. I had forgotten the two hour time difference, it was 8 o'clock there, and Mr. Pike must've still been in bed. I heard another male voice ask who it was and Mr. Pike tell him it was no one and then I heard some movement as he must've climbed out of bed or whatever and then:

"Oh, hi...sorry, I was up kinda late last night.  Sorry about your wife and all."

"Thank you, I have decided I do want her belongings, do you need me to send you the money for shipping charges?"

"Oh, no...it's cool man. No problem, I'll get em sent out today. My...my friend Roger can help me. Hey, are you okay man? You don't sound too broke up...you in shock or something?"

I explained very quickly what Evelyn apparently hadn't and Andrew clucked his approval. 

"No disrecpect intended, but Evelyn was never cut out to be a mom. Hell even I love kids more than she did. You did a good thing man, marrying her and taking care of her kids. You must be a real nice guy. I'm sorry she's dead and all, but I'm glad those kids are okay."

"It's okay, I liked her but I didn't understand her and I agree that she wasn't much of a mother, but the kids loved her and this will be hard on them. It will be like they are loosing her twice. I wondered if you could get me the name and number of who ever I need to talk to about her ashes. She deserves to be put to rest somewhere..even if she wasn't the best person on earth."

He gave me the number and we exchanged goodbyes and I hung up. I called the number he had given me and after getting the run-a-round for a while I finally found the person I needed to talk to. I arranged to have the ashes sent to the house and prepaid the shipping using a credit card. I wasn't sure just where those ashes would wind up, but I felt I owed her a decent resting place.

I moped around all day anxiously awaiting the kids return from school, yet dreading having to tell them about their mother. I let them have their snack then joined them at the table and told them I needed to talk to them about something important.

I could sense their concern, but they were easy going kids and they had been through a lot so not much frightened them these days.

"I have some bad news," I began, "I got a letter today...."

"From momma?" Shawn said excitedly.

"No, from a friend of hers. I'm afraid...well...."

"She's dead? Isn't she?" Jake said softly.

I nodded and Shawn began to cry, followed by Sarah and lastly Joe, but Jake remained stone faced and looked almost angry. I quickly told them what I knew, leaving out the probable cause of death, and explained that she had been creamated and that her ashes were being sent to us.

Shawn hopped down and climbed into my lap and cried softly as the others tried to deal with their own sorrow in their own way. I was worried most about Jake. It wasn't normal for a kid not to grieve the loss of a parent and I feared he would fall apart later if he didn't get it out now.

Shawn cried himself to sleep and I placed him in my bed while the others went off to their rooms to think their thoughts and try to make sense of what had happened. Jake stayed with me and when I had Shawn tucked in he led me to the office and to his bed.

"I knew this was going to happen," he said angrily, "now the little kids got to deal with it and it's not fair."

"Jake, calm down. She didn't die on purpose. She might not have been the best mom in the world, but she was the only one you have and she deserves more than your anger."

"What do you know about it? You never had to try to feed three little kids while your mother was out fucking around. She couldn't keep a job and half the time there was no food and I had to....to do things just to keep them fed."

Oh my God, what was he saying? Was that how he learned about sex? Was he tricking to feed his siblings?

I pulled him to me, "I'm sorry Jake, I didn't know. I understand now, but you have to try to keep it together, if only for the sake of the others. I know you love them and they love you, but they loved her too and this is very hard on them right now."

"I know, I would never tell them about that part of it, but I can't cry for her...I just can't. I loved her, but she never loved me or the others and I can't...I won't....I swear...I can't ........cccc...rrrr....yyyy." 

But then he did cry for her and for himself and for the unfairness of his young life. I held him and soothed him but I knew his heart was broken and it would take time for his wounds to heal. He eventually cried himself to sleep and I lay with him and continued to soothe him even as he slept.



End of Chapters 3 and 4


More to come

Now that the kids are safely in Rob's care and Evelyn is out of the picture the kids are free to enjoy life and be who they are. With Rob's help they will grow and change, but they know they will always have a place they can call home and someone there who loves them. What more can anyone ask for?



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