The Church Bus

By NiftySilverBear

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Keep in mind also, since this is fantasy, I can skirt some of the legality in the story. What happens legally here, may not be legal in real life.

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Now to the story!

Hey, everyone. I'm Alexander Schaeffer. At the time of this story, I was 35 years old, 5'11" tall little bit of a belly, blond hair and blue eyes. I was raised by a very religious family, in fact, my father was a preacher at the local church. Because of this, I was encouraged to participate in church activities whenever possible.

The church had a small bus that was used to shuttle kids from home to church and back again for lazy parents who wanted a few hours alone on the weekends. When Mr. Sanders passed away from a heart attack, I was asked to take over the bus route. Reluctantly, I agreed.

I got the map from the church secretary on Saturday and found my route for the next morning. There were 9 kids to pick up ranging from 5 to 13 years of age. The last ones on the route was a brother and sister, Andy and Angela Ahoka. I had to travel 6 miles on a small dirt road to get to their house.

When I honked the horn, the "mother" came out with info on the kids. All parents were asked to do this since I was a new driver. She was a pudgy woman with a face like a cat's ass. She told me the kids' parents were in prison and she was fostering the kids. They were 9 year old twins, but looked nothing like each other. The first kid out the door was the boys, Andy. He took my breath away. Pale skin, grey eyes, platinum hair past his shoulders. The girl, Angela, took another breath from my lungs. A raven haired beauty with olive skin and dark brown eyes. Found out later mom was German while dad was Native American. They walked hand in hand to the bus and I introduced myself to them. They both looked shyly at me, told me their names and sat in the last seat. I watched them in my mirror all the way to church.

When church let out, I counted all the kids and the twins sat in the back seat again. It took me 30 minutes to drop off the first 7 kids and would be another 30 minutes before I got the twins home. Again, I watched them through my mirror and could see they were very close. Whispering to each other and...wait, was Angela's hand down Andy's pants? And Andy had his hand up Angela's skirt. My god, these kids were fondling each other on the bus!!!

Being the closeted perv that I was, I pulled my 8" cock from my dress slacks and started subbing it while I kept one eye on the road and another on the twins. I was so caught up, I forgot to put my cock away when we got to their house. As they walked up, they both were eyeing my cock and Angela commented, "Mr. Alex. You have a nice cock. Maybe I can play with it someday."

Andy also eyed my cock and said, "I'd love to feel that up my boy hole." And then, while giggling, they hopped of the bus and into the house.

I was shocked. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I was shocked, stupid and aroused. I found a place on the side of the road and rubbed out two orgasms before returning the bus to the church and going home.

All that week I was thinking about the "A" twins. I'd jacked off so many times thinking of them fondling each other. I was scared about next Sunday.

Next Sunday came and the twins sat in back seat again. From what I could tell, they didn't fondle each other while other kids were on the bus. Angela DID flash me a shot of her panties and giggled when she caught me looking at her. Cute little pink panties with white bows on them.

After church, I dropped off the other kids and then my show really started. They didn't hide their fondling, in fact, as soon as the last boy before them got off the bus, they stripped. There were two cuties, naked except their shoes and socks, fondling each other. Once again, my will power crumbled and I fished my hard cock and balls from my pants. I watched them and they watched me. Suddenly, Angela whispered something to her brother and he stood up. He walked straight to the front of the bus, knelt down by my seat, took my cock in his hand and swallowed it to the base. I almost crashed the bus from the feeling. He hummed around my cock, causing vibrations from his throat to my cock head. Next thing I knew, Angela was next to me watching her brother deep throat my 8 inches.

I turned down their road and Angela told me to stop. I stopped and she wiggled her way between me and the steering wheel. While Andy was sucking my cock, she licked and sucked my balls. It only took a few moments before I felt my cum rising and I warned Andy. He doubled down on his efforts. Before long, I shot at least 4 ropes of cum into Andy's throat and 3 more into his mouth. He held my cum there until Angela started kissing him. They swapped my cum for a few moments until it was divided and they both swallowed with a, "Mmm, yummy" from both of them. They skipped back to their seat and dressed themselves. I tucked away my deflating cock and drove the rest of the way to their house.

When we reached the house, no one came out to greet them. In fact, there was an envelope on the door. I pulled it down and pulled out $40 and a note.

The note read, "Bus Driver,

My sister was in a car accident this morning and I'm headed to the hospital to see her. Take this money and feed the kids. I'll be back by 5 tonight."

No, "please" or "thank you," just an order from "her majesty." I told the "A" twins and they seemed pleased. Andy cheered up, "At least we can get something we can eat instead of "mother's" cooking. It's gross."

Angela spoke up too, "May we please have McDonalds? I'd love some chicken nuggets."

"Why not, you two. Back on the bus and lets go."

As normal, they stripped. I figured there would be more fondling between them. I told them I was off limits while I was driving because I almost had an accident when Andy went down on me. I was about half way to town when I looked in the mirror. Angela had her feet on the bench exposing her pussy and Andy was between her legs eating like a starving boy. As she hit a noisy orgasm, they changed places and Angela went down on Andy.

Andy started humping his sister's face, gripping the back of her head as she slobbered on his pecker. I had to pay attention to the road or I was going to have an accident. Sneaking peeks in the mirror, I saw Andy pull his legs up, exposing his little butthole and Angela went to town rimming him. His squeaks told me this was something he really loved. I secretly hoped that I'd be able to rim his little asshole soon.

As we approached town, I told the twins to dress so no one could see them in the bus. They got dressed, but Angela neglected her panties. We stopped at McDonalds and ordered our food. Andy sat on one side of the booth, but Angela wanted to see next to me. As we ate, she grabbed my hand and brought it to her bald pussy, encouraging my finger into her slit. I pulled away, scared someone would see us. Andy giggled at my face and told me that in the booth he picked, no one could see us at all. Several times Angela wanted me to stroke her, but I pulled away.

After lunch, I asked the twins what they wanted to do. They both wanted to see where I lived, so I drove the bus to my place. My grandfather left me one of his properties when he passed away a few years ago, so I was fortunate enough to have a nice house in the middle of several acres with a clicker to open the gate to the driveway. I'd planted bushy trees around the house so I could have my privacy. As soon as the bus stopped, Andy and Angela were naked and running around the yard. I sat on the porch, watching them play and decided to have a little fun myself. I walked into the house, stripped and stepped back on the porch with some Cokes for the kids and myself. I sat on the steps and was drinking my coke when Angela saw me, naked and hard drinking my soda.

I figured she'd notice my cock first, but she shouted, "Oh, boy! Coke!"

Andy, on the other hand noticed something else and shouted, "Oh, boy! Cock!"

As Angela started drinking her Coke, Andy started sucking my cock. I leaned back to enjoy my blowjob when I felt a second pair of hands touching my balls. Angela was sucking and licking my balls like a pro. I was close to cumming when Angela yelled, "SWITCH!"

She whispered something to Andy and he nodded his head. Suddenly, Angela pushed me down to the porch, turned around and put her cute, small bald pussy right in my face. Andy was slobbering my balls while Angela swallowed my cock with the same enthusiasm as her brother leaving her pussy and butthole right in my face. Now, while I consider myself 99% gay, I've fantasized about eating young pussy. I stuck out my tongue and licked up her slit. The taste was intoxicating. I ate with gusto savoring the taste and texture of her young cunt. I moved from her pussy to her asshole licking and sucking while the twins took care of my cock and balls.

All of sudden, it stopped and they were changing positions again. This time, Andy's butt was in my face. I ate his little ass while he sucked and Angela licked my balls. I was in heaven. I was close to cumming again when Andy stopped and stood up. He turned around to face me, reached down and lined up my cock to his spit lubed butthole. Electricity shot through my body while he lowered himself onto my cock. I thought he would take a while to get it all in, but he went from head to base like nothing. Then he started riding like a seasoned cock whore. I reached down and stroked his little pecker while he gyrated his hips. Every once in a while, he'd squeak as my cockhead would brush his prostate.

Then, I felt Angela pushing my legs up. Andy reached down and pulled, helping his sister. Here I am, laying on my front porch, 9 year old boy riding my cock holding my legs up while his twin sister is pushing them into position for...I didn't know what. Then, it hit me. Her tongue was slithering its way up my asshole. In my mind, entire universes were created and blown up. The feeling was beyond anything...ANYTHING I had ever experienced before. Oh, sure. I'd had sexual partners before, but never a female and NEVER 9 year old partners. Especially ones with such a sexual appetite.

Andy and Angela were just the thing this closeted, perverted sexual deviant needed. Andy had three dry orgasms while he rode my cock and just as his fourth hit, I felt my cum boiling. I was surprised I'd lasted that long. I gave that boy 8 good roped of cum before I finally collapsed on the porch, exhausted but so sexually satisfied.

They both helped my legs down and Andy rose from my cock as Angela positioned herself to greedily eat any cum left on my cock. When my cock was clean, she put her mouth over her brother's butthole and sucked cum from his body. My god, these kids WERE sexual deviants. I wondered before where they learned such things and I was going to ask them when I recovered.

We went into the house, where it was cooler and I flopped on the couch and told the kids to sit on the floor. The conversation that followed went like this...

"So, thank you for a wonderful experience, but I have to ask, where did you learn to do things like that?"

Andy piped up, "We lived on a nudist resort all our lives. Mom and Dad taught us that sex was nothing to be ashamed about. We been sucking cock and licking pussy as long as we can remember. Daddy said that Angela was too young to fuck, but I could take a cock at a younger age. He was fucking me for almost a year before they did something stupid and went to jail. "Mother" said they were going to be there for a long time."

He started crying a bit and Angela hugged her brother to comfort him. She continued, "Mommy and Daddy went out one night and got drunk. They robbed on old rich guy and when he fought back, Daddy pushed him. He fell and hit his head and died. I don't know why they did that. We had money. If that is what drinking does, I never EVER want to drink. I may still eat some pot brownies sometimes, but never drink."

I was a bit shocked, "Wait, what? Pot?"

She continued, "We were taught that pot is a gift from the earth. It was put here for our enjoyment. We were eating pot cookies when we were very little. It makes you feel good without hurting your body. But alcohol fucks with your head and makes you do stupid things. Mr. Latimore, he took us from home when Mommy and Daddy went to jail, he told us later that they may never get out of jail. So, "mother" has to raise us now. She's a prune."

"Do you mean a prude?"

"Yeah, umm...Alex? What's a prude?"

"Well, a prude is someone who thinks they do no wrong. Also known as a goodie goodie."

Andy sniffled, "Yeah, then she IS a prude. But she does things wrong. She drinks too much, doesn't feed us good and won't buy us any personal things. We have nothing to play with...except each other." That last part brought a grin to his face.

Angela continued, "Yeah, I know she gets money for us, but she never spends any on us. Only herself. She eats steak while we have hot dogs. She hasn't bought us new clothes or toys. So far, Sundays are out best days because we get to leave for a few hours. We like going to church, even though we are...Andy, what's the word daddy used for us?"

Andy thought for a second, "A-thenist, a-meast?"

"Do you mean atheist?"

"Yeah, that's the word. We don't believe in any gods. Daddy told us that the ides of gods is a people invention."

"You know," I told them, "I was raised in the church. My father is the preacher of the church we went to. And to be honest with you, I don't believe either."

"You're just like us? Can we come live with you? At least we can play with each other. "Mother" won't let us touch each other."

"Well, I don't know about that. I don't know if CPS will let you live with a single man."

"What if you explain to Mr. Latimore about the way "mother" treats us?"

"Is he your social worker?" They nodded their heads. "I'll talk to him tomorrow, okay?"

The twins got very excited about this and danced around cheering. We spent the afternoon talking and some light rubbing, but nothing too sexual. I did let the twins go to a spare bedroom and nap, but there was no napping going on. I noticed the time and didn't realize it was as late as it was. I had to interrupt, "I'm sorry, guys. But the note said "mother" would be back at 5 and it is 4 now. It'll take about an hour to get to your place. How about we get dressed and head out?"

The playtime stopped and two sad naked kids walked to the bus, where their clothes were strewn on the seats, to get dressed. I felt bad for the kids, but had no idea what that woman would do if I were late getting them home. She may call the cops on me for kidnapping. I got dressed, locked up the house and started the bus. The twins were so bummed, they didn't even fondle each other on the way back.

When I pulled in the driveway, I was met by the local Sherriff leaning against his car. He had a piece of hay between his teeth and spit tobacco juice on the ground. When he saw the bus, he started walking toward me. My heart stopped and there was a rock where my stomach was supposed to be. I had no clue why he was there.

"Are you Alex Schaeffer?"

"Yes, sir."

"I thought you looked familiar, I'm Pete Davidson. We went to school together."

I immediately recognized him. By the gods, Pete was a very handsome boy when we were in school, but he obviously let himself go. Beard scruff on his face...and he got FAT! I secretly hoped he'd never have to chase anyone down or he'd probably have a heart attack.

"Pete, it's good to see you. So, why are you here?"

"I have a message for you from Ms. Hendrix, the twins' foster mother. She "politely" asks if you can watch the kids until she returns. Apparently, her sister died from her injuries sustained in the car accident. She has to help her brother-in-law prepare for the funeral. She said it wouldn't take more than a week and she'll be back next Monday afternoon."

"But, Pete," I explained, "I don't have access to their clothes or belongings. They can't wear the same clothes for a week."

"She has given permission for the kids to go in and get clothes. She says to get only 3 changes of clothes, no more. I don't know why not."

"Because, Sir." Andy had come up behind me and held my hand. "Mother won't buy us any clothes. We have the same outfits that we come to live here with. Only things she's bought us is these Sunday clothes. We also don't have any toys or good food."

"Well, son. Why don't you go on in and get what you can. Okay? I'll be here if you need help with anything." He winked at Andy and Andy was confused for a moment. "Son, if someone who lives here asks for my help, I'm obligated to come in and see what's wrong."

Andy got the message and he and Angela walked toward the house. They found the spare key in it's hiding spot and let themselves in. It was only a few moments before Andy called from the door, "Sherriff Pete, could you help me find my good sneakers?"

Pete smiled at me and walked in the door. I heard him exclaim, "Oh, my God!" I rushed in, concerned that one of the kids was hurt. What I found almost made me gag. The house was filthy. Dirty dishes in the sink and on the counter and the smell! BARF!!! The twins told the truth when they said they had nothing. No toys or any clothes, except a few pieces of torn and tattered shirts and shorts.

Pete immediately put in a call. Within an hour, Mr. John Latimore pulled in the driveway. When he saw the conditions of the house, he pulled out his cell and took pictures. He showed us pictures that the house was clean the day he dropped off the twins, but admitted he hadn't been back in a few weeks. He pulled out his cell and made a call to terminate "mother's" foster care license.

"Well, I don't know what to do with these two. I guess I can TRY to find a home for twins, but it'll be hard."

I spoke up, "Mr. Latimore, could I speak to you in private, please?" We walked outside, away from earshot. "My name is Alex Schaeffer. I drive the bus for the local church and I have a good relationship with these two. You are free to follow me to my place and do an inspection, but I'd love to foster the twins until a more permanent solution can be found. I just don't want the twins separated. They're all they have."

Mr. Latimore got my information and did a quick background check on me before finally saying, "Mr. Schaeffer. If you home is suitable, I'll approve a temporary foster license for you until you can be fully vetted. I'll follow you home and do the inspection."

I explained that I had to stop at the church to drop off the bus and pick up my car, but it was on the way. He told me he was in a bind and wanted to go straight to the house, so I guess I'll pick up my car later.

"Come on, kids. On the bus. We're going back to my place."

The yard was filled with cheers from the twins as they ran to the bus. I warned them that the Sherriff and Mr. Latimore was going to follow us, so no fondling and NO nudity. Best behavior.

When we got to the house, Mr. Latimore was impressed with the house. I had two extra rooms, one for each twin and I told him I'd take them to town the next day to get them more suitable clothing. He signed off on my temp license and he and Pete left.

I opened the gate and watched them drive out on the monitor. Then I closed the gate and hit the locking mechanism. That way NO ONE could open the gate and if someone hit the gate, an alarm would sound.

I turned to my foster kids and said, "Well, what do you wanna do now?"

THAT, my friends is the definition of a stupid question. In two seconds the twins were naked and hugging each other, kissing fondly as if they'd been married for years. It wasn't sexual, more like a small celebration. They were free of their wicked foster mother and free to be themselves.

They asked me to be naked also and when I stripped, they sat on the couch and patted the seat between them. I sat down and they each held my hand. I looked down at them and they were both looking at me like I was a hero.

They both thanked me for saving them, then...they THANKED me. Very quickly, Angela little cunt was shoved in my face and Andy was sucking my cock again. Oh, the taste of that young cunt and the vibrations from Andy's throat had me hard in seconds.

I was just getting into it when Andy pulled Angela off my face and laid her on the floor in front of the couch. She raised her legs and Andy got between them, rubbing his pecker against her mound. They were kissing passionately and he was grinding against her mound when I saw it enter her pussy. They both groaned and began fucking like rabbits. He stopped long enough to look back and me and tell me, "You know, my ass ain't gonna pound itself."

In a flash I was off the couch, behind Andy eating the HELL out of his ass. I wanted him lubed up for the pounding I was going to give him. After 30 seconds of eating, Andy yelled back to me, "DAMN IT. FUCK ME!!!!"

I was up on my knees and pointed 8" of hard, horny dick at his fuck hole. I was balls deep in one stroke and Andy threw his head back immediately as he had dry orgasm number one. This caused Angela to have a squealing orgasm of her own. When he calmed down, he continued fucking Angela and I started pounding his ass. I almost started crying it was so beautiful. In the course of 22 minutes Andy had at least 3 orgasms and Angela had 4. When I told them I was ready to cum, Andy pulled out of Angela and off of me and spun around. Angela was next to her brother the next second, both of them directly under my throbbing cock. I grabbed it and started stroking. Five seconds later, I unloaded, what I think is the largest load I'd ever unloaded. I coated the twins' faces with at least 9 streams of cum. When I finally stopped, they started licking my cum off each other's faces. In just a few moments, there was not a trace of cum on them. We all fell to the floor in an exhausted heap. I almost fell asleep when I realized what time it was.

I got the kids up and told them to take a shower before bed. I got towels ready for them and they walked hand in hand to the shower. Before any actual bathing occurred, they looked at each other. Andy told his sister, "I love you so much."

She told him, "I love you more than anything." They started kissing each other. Andy's little penis was NOT erect, so I knew this was actual love, not lust they were sharing. I snuck out and took a shower in my room. When I walked out, there were two naked, damp kids in my room. I asked them if they wanted to sleep in their room or with me. I figured they'd want to sleep with me, but they wanted to sleep together in one of their rooms. I was going to suggest wearing one of my old t-shirts as a night shirt, but as much as they loved nudity, I didn't think they'd want them. I walked them to Andy's room and tucked them into the full bed. I leaned over and kissed Angela. She threw her arms around my neck and frenched me. It was very nice and I kinda started to chub up. Andy did the same thing and I knew if I stayed in there much longer, none of us would get any sleep. As I turned off the light, Angela rolled on her right side and Andy spooned up behind her. He wrapped her in his arms and very soon were fast asleep.

I laid in bed for a few hours, thinking back on the events of the day and last week. Something I didn't want to do became the reason I had two beautiful children in my home. I decided right then that I'd do ANYTHING to be able to adopt them. I couldn't bear to have them taken away from me. Not because of the sex, but because of the love.

Next morning, I woke up before the kids and decided to make them breakfast. Probably the first REAL breakfast they'd had since their parents went to prison. Bacon and eggs, toast and jelly, orange juice for them and STRONG coffee for me. I was about to wake them when Andy padded into the kitchen, wiping sleep from his eyes.

I asked, "How'd you sleep, Bud?"

"Sooooo good, Alex. Angela's coming out in a few."

"Well, there's breakfast on the table and plenty to go around, so don't be shy."

He sat at the table and began scarfing food like he'd been starved a month. I warned him to slow down or he'd have a stomach ache before we left the house. Angela came in, looking like an angel. She was smiling from ear to ear and approached me. I was buttering the last of the toast when her arms went around my waist. I looked down at her and she hooked a finger at me, indicating she wanted me to bend down. She hugged my neck and whispered in my ear, "Thank you for saving us. We love you very much and we want you to be our new daddy."

With tears in my eyes I told her, well both of them, that I loved them also. I also told them I would do anything to be able to adopt them.

We finished out breakfast and I told them they had to get dressed. We were going to get them new clothes then talk to Mr. Latimore about making them more permanent in my house. We got in the car and drove 35 miles to Wal-Mart where I got them both at least 6 new outfits, 3 pairs of shoes, underwear, socks and toiletries. I also stopped at the electronics department and got them each a pre-paid cell phone. I wanted to make sure they were safe, so I would install a tracker app and a few other parental controls on them before I gave them to the kids.

As we were leaving, Andy pulled me down and whispered something to me. I told him I think I could make it happen. The place I needed to go, I didn't want the kids near, so I called an old friend and asked her to watch the kids for about 30 minutes. I explained the entire situation to her and she was delighted. I went to the place and got the things Andy asked for, put them in the trunk and went to pick up the kids. We then went to CPS to speak with Mr. Latimore. When I walked in, he smiled at me. He seemed excited and when we all sat down, he explained the situation to us.

"As you know, I had to do a thorough background check before I could make the fostering license permanent. Everything came back squeaky clean, except pot position when you were 17. But we won't hold that against you. Every person I've talked to have sung your praises and are in full agreeance that you should be given a license to foster. Now, I have to ask, would you be willing in the future to foster any other children or not? This will not determine the outcome of your license, but I need the information for my files."

Thinking about the nudity and sex, I told Mr. Latimore that, at this time, two children would be all I could handle. If the situation changed, I'd let him know. I asked her about the process to officially adopt the twins and he told me I could apply in six months, depending on how his evaluation went.

He handed me an official license to be a full time foster parent and we shook hands. Now, I can say "MY" kids.

My kids and I drove home and when we reached the house, we unpacked the car. I told them to put their new clothes away and slipped the box Andy wanted me to get in his bag. In just a few moments, all clothes were un-tagged and put in a proper place. When the kids came back out, I had opened the curtains to the back yard. Something they hadn't seen before. They were amazed that I had a pool right out the back door. There was also a rock fountain at one end of the pool and a hot tub at the other end. Andy immediately asked if we could all swim and I told him that we could. Once again, I had two naked 9 year olds running around and playing. Andy would jump off the diving board into the deep end, but Angela wouldn't go near the deep, staying were her head could be above the water and her feet would touch the bottom. I asked if she wanted to go to the deep end and she started shaking and tears formed in her eyes. Andy rushed over to comfort his sister.

"Angela almost drowned when we were 5. She loves the water, but will NOT go in deep."

I hugged her also and told her she didn't have to go in the deep end if she didn't want to. She smiled up at me and asked her brother to stay in the shallow end to play with her. I told them I was going in to get Cokes for everyone. When I came out, they were playing, alright. Angela was on her back, legs in the water but spread and Andy was between her legs eating her pussy. That seemed to be their favorite thing to do. I coughed and Andy, always being polite, offered her pussy for me to eat as well.

I thanked him, but declined stating was actually fine watching them have fun. He went down on her again, making sure to lick around her little clitty. She would buck and squeal when he did that and after about 3 orgasms from her, she begged him to stop. They changed places so she could suck his little pecker. At about 2 ½ to 3 inches, there wasn't much there, but she was still very talented at it. After a while, he was too sensitive and she reluctantly released her sucker.

They came over and sat next to me on the lounge, drinking their Cokes when Angela asked me a question. "Alex, how come you haven't wanted to fuck me like you do Andy?"

"Well, first of all, Alex offered himself to me and you haven't, yet. Secondly, I'm actually gay and have sworn to never fuck a pussy, even one as cute as yours. And third, I'm kinda big, so I don't know if I'd hurt you or not. Andy just sat on my cock that day, so he was in charge."

"I see. So, would you like to fuck my ass sometime? I love my ass fucked as much as my pussy. Several men from our community, including daddy, would ask to fuck me and I'd let them."

"Darling girl, I would love to fuck your cute little ass sometime."

"How about now. I haven't had it fucked in a while. Andy is great at my pussy, but I need a larger cock in my ass."

"Well I need it lubed up first. Come here." I leaned back on the lounge, picked her up and sat her on my face. While she and Andy slobbered on my cock, I lubed up her ass with my tongue. Suddenly, she pulled away from my face, turned around and, in one try, sat on my dick, balls deep. She rode my dick with the same vivacity as her brother. She was gyrating her him each time she rose and fell on my cock. Andy was behind her, watching her little butt go up and down, while at the same time fondling my balls. She looked back and told her brother, "My pussy needs attention, please."

Andy knew what she wanted. He straddled my belly and seated himself on my pubic bone. He lined up his cock and the next time Angela rode down, he entered her pussy. Because of his size, her thrusts were quicker and shorter now. She rode through 3 orgasms and gave Andy 3 as well before I felt my balls boiling. I warned them I was about to cum and, just like before, they both hopped up and knelt at the end of the lounge, mouths open.

After I'd coated them with cum, the twins took turns licking and sucking cum from each other's faces and when they were done, I couldn't see a bit of cum on them. They both ended with "Yummy!"

After their snack, I suggested lunch. They both agreed and, while they were on the lounge, hugging and kissing, I prepared ham sandwiches and chips. After they had eaten, Andy leaned over and asked if he could show Angela what I'd gotten him. I told him he could and he grabbed Angela's hand and ran off to his room.

I gave them 15 minutes before walking in to see what was happening. When I peaked in the door, I was NOT surprised. They were both kneeling on his bed, butt to butt reaching back holding hand. Between them was the double headed dildo Andy asked me to buy. They were slamming back into each other again and again and were both in the throes of a happy orgasm. I gave them time to enjoy each other while I cleaned up lunch. When I checked on them, they were in the 69 position. Andy was munching little cunt while Angela was sucking pecker like a pro. I realized in all out play, I'd never sucked Andy once. I walked over the bed and asked if I could join them. I positioned them so I could suck Andy, Andy would eat Angela and Angela would suck me. Angela orgasmed first followed by Andy. His little pecker jerked in my mouth while he moaned.

After all this sex, I was a bit tired, so I suggested a nap. The twins suddenly looked tired as I felt, so they agreed to a nap. They wanted to come to my room, but I suggested, occasionally, that each person naps in their own room. They thought it over and agreed. I put Angela to bed first and she hugged and French kissed me and told me she loved me. Andy did the same when I put him to bed. I laid on my bed and fell asleep before the head hit the pillow.

That, my friends was twenty years ago. I adopted the twins later that year and then moved to the community that they had lived in before their parents went to prison. Speaking of their parents, I took the kids to see them often. They were both thrilled that they found someone who loves them for them. We never did tell them that I was fucking both their kids, mainly because of the "you never know who's listening" part of a prison visit. But, I'm sure they knew. On a sad note, their father died in a yard fight when the twins were 12 and their mother died of a drug overdose a year later after being released from prison on parole. The kids took it hard, but decided that their lives were full of love and happiness.

Angela, of course, went on birth control when she was of "that age" and she and Andy are still fucking like rabbits whenever they can. Angela knows that I'm gay and has stopped asking me to fuck her ass or eat her cunt. Andy and I have fucked over the years. I asked if he wanted to fuck me, but he told me his dick gets a workout with Angela and his ass gets a workout from me. When he was 18, he got a school girl pregnant. Her parents forced her to give up the baby and Andy was allowed to keep him. We decided to keep this an all "A" family and named him Adam.

Andy has labeled himself as bisexual, mostly gay. He is still as beautiful now as her was when I met him. His long platinum hair is almost to his waist and he shave every single hair from his body daily. He can't stand body hair on himself. He's had other boyfriends, but I'm his Daddy and he'll always come home to me. Angela is pansexual. That girl will fuck ANYTHING with a pulse, including her nephew. She is still a raven haired beauty. She keeps herself shaven as well. And her hair is also to her waist. She never wants any kids and hated having to take birth control or have an insert, so she had her tubes tied or burned or whatever a woman does to not get pregnant. She and Andy still fuck a lot and have gotten kinkier as the years have gone by.

Oh, and if you're interested in Ms. Hendrix, or "mother" as she forced any foster kids to call her. She was stripped of her foster license and was sentenced to 15 years in prison for child abuse, child neglect and theft from the government for not using the money paid to her for the kids. She got out in 5 years and was so depressed, she took almost a whole bottle of sleeping pills. She died that night and I found out she was buried in a Potter's field.

Now, I'm 55 years old. My son is sucking my balls while my grandson is balls deep on my cock. Angela stands above us with her cunt being eaten out by Adam. I thank the universe, or god, or gods, or whatever brought the twins into my life. I can't imagine how my life would be without them. I only hope I live a very long life. I know it'll be a happy life.

The End