quickly decided that grilling some burgers would be just the ticket.
The kids got home from visiting their friends on the way home from school, and were delighted to discover that their Momma Candice was visiting. By that time, they knew that Candice wasn't their mother, of course; but they'd called her – and the others – their 'Momma ' since they'd been old enough to talk.
Supper that night was a particularly noisy affair: Candice had to tell us what she had been doing between bouts of telling the kids stories about the places she'd been and the things she'd done. When we were done, we four adults went into the den to talk; one of the unpaid chores the kids had was to clean up after supper. Kelly, Marilyn, and I had worked out a system that one of us would cook, and another would serve while the third took a break before rotating the duties the next day. The kids were always charged with cleaning up after meals, along with a few other unpaid regular chores. Each of them received an allowance for any extra duties that they did without being told. So as Daniel and Janet cleaned up, the rest of us had a chance to talk (quietly) amongst ourselves.
When the kids were done, they joined us; Candice excused herself to go and get the presents she'd brought for them. She always brought them something, but Kelly and I had taught them to be too polite to just ASK for gifts. When she came back into the room, it turned out that during a recent trip to Japan, she'd pick up a Japanese scroll for each of them. Daniel's was of a rather fierce-looking samurai waving a sword around (delighting him), while Janet's was a more delicate cloud and mountains scene. Both of them thanked her without prompting (something that didn't always happen), and let Marilyn take them back to their rooms so she could help them figure out where to hang the scrolls.
When they were gone, Candice looked at Kelly and me and said 'Every time I come here, it seems that they've gotten so much bigger, and so much more beautiful, and so much smarter. I think I must be almost as proud of them as you are!'
Kelly and I laughed before Kelly told her 'Almost!', and getting a laugh in return.
After a moment, Kelly told Candice about the girls that we were 'tutoring', and when she was done, Candice said 'So when do I get to see them?' Kelly and I both knew that if Candice was there when the girls came over, she'd want to talk to them, too; I told her that they would be over the following Saturday. Satisfied that she'd have her time with them, Candice smiled at us and said 'I've missed you – both of you.' That was all the excuse Kelly and I needed to go over and give her the kind of welcome home kiss that we hadn't dared give her in public.
Kelly was still kissing her when Marilyn and the kids got back; seeing Kelly or I kissing one of their Mommas wasn't anything new for them – we'd explained to them that all of us were very special friends, and that special friends like us did things like that. Both kids knew that all of us loved them – they should, since we told them so often enough – so seeing Kelly and Candice kissing like that really wasn't any big deal for them. Marilyn told Kelly and me one time that she'd asked the kids about it, and had been surprised to find out that they actually thought it was nice: seeing us all kissing because we loved each other reassured them that we loved them, too.
The six of us spent the evening watching television, of all things. Daniel and Janet took turns between sitting with Marilyn (whom they simply adored) and their Momma Candice. They even spent a few minutes with Kelly and me, telling us that they wanted to make sure that we didn't feel left out.
When it came time for them to go to bed, neither one made any fuss; Kelly and I had agreed early on that no matter how much we loved them, it was still necessary for them to understand that we were going to be firm with them, too. Both kids knew what the 'ground rules' were, and that none of us adults was going to let them break them. They'd also learned early on that a command from any of us was a command from all of us; it had taken getting caught trying to play us off against each other just once for them to be cured of trying it again. Basically, we provided them with a loving, safe, stable environment with clearly defined boundaries, and they thrived in it. They were free to make mistakes, but encouraged to ask us questions and talk to us so that they didn't have to make those mistakes. They were praised when they did well, and punished when they did something wrong – and they always knew that we loved them, no matter what. Throughout it all, though, they were free to just be kids.
When they were gone, Candice got up and came over to sit on my lap. She'd waited until the kids were gone simply so they could take turns sitting with her, because she knew how much it meant to them. Settling into my lap, she told me 'I want to sit here for the rest of the evening – but I want to spend the night with Kelly, if its okay.'
I put my arms around her and gave her a hug before answering 'Of course its okay.'
Kelly, who had been sitting next to me, heard her of course and simply smiled at her – then scooted over on the couch a bit, so we'd have a little more room. As the rest of the evening went by, Candice or I would each give the other a gentle hug or soft kiss every so often. When it got late enough, she moved off my lap and said to Kelly 'I'm ready for bed, now, if you are.'
'I'm ready to go to bed with you any time!' Kelly answered, with a grin. Candice took her by the hand, and the two of them headed down the hall toward the bedroom.
With a mischievous grin on her face, Marilyn told me 'Tito (Tagalog for uncle) Dan, if you want to give them some time together, you are welcome to stay with me tonight.'
I grinned back at her and answered 'I think that would be nice – for all of us!'
I turned off the TV, and Marilyn and I stood up to go back to her room, her with her arm around my waist. After we got inside, she released me to close the door behind us. When she turned around again, I took her into my arms and gave her a hug and kiss on the top of her head (she only came up to about nipple-high on me). She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me in return before moving to step back from me. Without saying a word, she reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt; when she was done, she helped me slip it off before she set it off to the side. Next she got my shoes and socks off, then my pants. I could see the excitement on her face as she stepped toward me so she could slip my underwear off. When I was naked in front of her, she gently pushed me back until I was able to sit on the edge of her bed. Standing in front of me, she asked me 'You and Tita (aunt) Kelly, you don't mind that I was the first one with Candice, today?' Though her face was calm and composed, I still knew from her question that she was worried that she had somehow usurped some kind of authority she thought we had over her – an authority that neither Kelly nor I had ever sought or considered. Smiling at her, I answered 'No, of course not, Marilyn. Candice is as much your friend as she is ours. We had to stay at the office, and you were here. Why should we be upset that you were able to give her the kind of welcome and pleasure that we would give her, too?' With Kelly and I as her 'adopted' Aunt and Uncle, she was almost always deferential to us; it was something that Kelly and I were both aware of, and steadily trying to break her of – with limited success. Most of the time, she simply called us Kelly and Dan; but when she was feeling subservient, she would invariably call us Tito or Tita.
With Marilyn reassured that she hadn't done anything wrong, the next thing for me to do was to see about getting her into the same state of dress that I was – that is, not. I reached out and put my hands on her hips, and she eagerly cooperated in letting me pull her a little closer, so that I could softly kiss the tips of her breasts, her nipples easily visible behind the thin cloth of the blouse she was wearing. It didn't take me long to unbutton her blouse, and once I'd opened it, I leaned forward to begin sucking on her small, dark nipples and areolas while my hands moved to cup the firm globes of her cute ass. Her hands went to my head as I heard her gasp her pleasure at the feeling of my lips and mouth on her. My tongue was kept busy caressing her erecting nipples as I gently squeezed her firm little ass. When I had both of her nipples hard and glistening with my saliva, I reached up and slid her blouse off her shoulders; once it was clear of her arms, she casually tossed it over to where my clothes were laying. Returning my mouth to her breasts, the only problem I had in unfastening the skirt she was wearing was that she kept pressing her pelvis against me, making the catch and zipper on it something of a moving target. Still, I managed; and it wasn't a minute later that her skirt was a puddle of cloth around her bare feet. The last impediment to having her nude was her delicate panties; with no fastenings of any kind on them, they joined her skirt much more quickly – leaving me with an unimpeded view of her delectable little body.
Since I could smell the unique and delightful scent of Eau de Marilyn, I wasn't surprised in the least when she finally decided to become a more active partner. Gently pushing my shoulders, she got me laying back on the bed before scooting back far enough to take my semi-erect penis in her mouth. In just a couple of minutes, her talent and enthusiasm had me completely hard; once she was satisfied that I was ready, it was only a few moments more before she was straddling my waist, my manhood standing tall and glistening with her saliva. Raising herself up, she quickly got the head positioned between her labia and against the entrance to her vagina. I could feel the heat and wetness of her, and enjoyed every moment of it as she slowly impaled herself on my shaft. Once she had me completely inside her, she leaned forward a little to put her hands on my chest before she started sliding herself up and down my erection. Through the small, sparse thatch of her amazingly soft pubic hair, I could see the nubbin of
