I was, supervising three ten-year-old children, none of whom I had even met a week ago. Ellen said that she lived nearby, and asked if she could come home with us to play with the boys. I replied that I would have to speak to her parents about that; she said she only had a Mum; her Dad was somewhere else in the world, but she didn't know where. She had a baby brother, David, who seemed to take up all her Mum's time, and she felt slightly aggrieved at that. I said that we would walk home with her and speak to her mother about the possibility of her playing with Vincent and Donald. Donald suggested that the three of them could play 'tag', so I was treated to the sight of three children running around at breakneck speed, tagging each other. I took the opportunity to relax and politely declined to join the game, saying that I was much too old and infirm. To 'prove' it, I tottered about, resting on an imaginary walking-stick. But this playtime was the kind of strenuous life these youngsters needed, I thought, not vegetating in front of the TV and living on fast food in the way of some children. When the children had worn themselves out, we sat and recuperated. The ice-cream van arrived and I treated the four of us.
Then I suggested that we go to Ellen's house and talk to her mother.
This we did, and Ellen's mother was surprised to see her accompanied by a man and two boys. She introduced herself as Hannah Lacey and invited us in, but asked us to be as quiet as possible because although David was asleep, he was rather a light sleeper. She regretted that she didn't have time to give Darlene the attention she needed, and was very pleased that another family had taken an interest in her. She said that her husband was an electrical contractor involved in a large job in Sweden, and that she didn't expect him to return to UK any time soon. They corresponded by phone and e-mail, but it wasn't the same as having him at home, and Darlene missed him terribly. This, I thought, was par for the course; little girls and their Dads are often almost inseparable. I explained the situation with Vincent, Donald and myself. Hannah was surprised that although we had known each other only a short time, we seemed to be very close; I didn't enlighten her as to the real reason. She was very pleased that I had invited Darlene to join us, and I asked what time I had to return her. “Darlene usually goes to bed at about eight o'clock on school days, but now that the holidays have started I allow her an extra hour.” “Nine o'clock it is then. But if she's naughty I'll bring her back chopped up into small pieces in a supermarket bag.” Hannah smiled and said that she had plenty of spare plastic bags if I couldn't find one. We all trooped off to my house, and I noticed that Ellen and Donald were holding hands. Vincent looked up at me and smiled. “Girls are silly, aren't they?” he said, just loud enough for Ellen to hear. Ellen returned and swatted him on his backside, then she kissed him. Cute. When we reached my house it was time for lunch. I didn't have enough food in the house for three hungry children, so I bundled the three of them in the car and we went to the local MacDonald's. The car was ringing with cheers of three children when we arrived, and they were soon tucking in to hamburgers and chips. When Ellen made a trip to the ladies' toilet, I reminded the boys that they mustn't say anything to her about our private games. Afterwards I decided to buy some fresh food from the nearby supermarket to ensure that they all had a properly balanced diet. Then we went home and the children played together in Vincent's room while I sat at my computer to get some real work done. When I reached a natural break I decided to check on the children as they seemed to be rather quiet. When I opened the door, I saw Ellen sitting on the bed with the two boys on either side of her, She had her knickers off and her skirt high up round her waist, the boys had their willies exposed, and they were obviously playing doctor, as children have done since time began. Ellen looked embarrassed and started to cry, but I just smiled at her and said that they weren't doing anything wrong.
She looked surprised, but then Vincent said, “See, I told you he wouldn't mind.” “Carry on with your games,” said I, “but please make sure you don't hurt each other. I'm responsible for your safety and it wouldn't be very good for me if Ellen had something stuck inside her, or one of you boys had your willy damaged.” I took a long look at Ellen's delightful and hairless little snatch, and as I watched, Donald put his finger into the little slit. Ellen parted her legs exposing her vagina and I noticed that she didn't have a hymen. I made a mental note to ask her about it when the time was right.
“Can Ellen see yours, Uncle Jean-Michel?” Vincent asked, coyly.
“I don't think that would be a good idea,” I replied. “There's no law against children doing that together, but if an adult joins in, he or she could be in big trouble.” “Oh please, Uncle Jean-Michel,” said Ellen. “I used to hold my Daddy's willy, but he's been away for a long time and I don't know when I'll see him again.” I asked Ellen, “What did your Mum think of your touching your Dad's willy?”
“I didn't tell her,” she said. “Daddy asked me not to.” I knew than that Ellen could keep a secret as well as the boys. “I'll think about it, but not today. I have lots of work to do and not much time to complete it. We'll think about it tomorrow if your Mum lets you come here again.”
IX.
I left the children to their sex-games and returned to my computer. I would have loved to fuck Ellen there and then, but the truth was that I needed to speak to Donald's parents and to be certain that it was OK for me to have sexual relations with Donald. His entreaties suggested that there wouldn't be a problem, but I knew I could be on a sticky wicket if they had other ideas. So I continued working to keep body, soul and bank account together. After several hours I had had enough and it was time for the children's evening meal. I went downstairs and prepared a quite tasty salad for them, then called them downstairs to eat it. They took a few minutes to answer, and I didn't have to guess why. I called upstairs, “Make sure that you wash your hands. You know where they've been.” I heard tinkling laughter, which could only have come from Ellen. They all tucked in to the salad, and Ellen announced that it was the best she had ever tasted. My surprise must have been evident, because she said that her Mum seldom had time to cook a proper meal or prepare a salad like this; her little brother was incessantly demanding her attention. I privately thought that giving in to his excessive demands for attention was the easiest way to make the situation worse, but as it was none of my business I held my tongue. After tea it was time for Donald to return home. We all accompanied him next door and Danny was surprised to see that our little group had incremented by one. He invited us all in, and I explained the situation regarding Ellen. He seemed amused that I was now a family man with three children, having had none the previous week. I decided to return home as I still had several hours' work to complete. We returned home, and I apologized to Vincent and Ellen for not being able to entertain them properly due to pressure of work. “I hope that I'll have it all done tonight,” I said. “Then tomorrow we can go on an outing that I've planned. I wanted to go today, but the weather was against it. But if we can go tomorrow, we might be able to take you as well, Ellen.”
That raised a little cheer from Vincent; he had already decided that he liked Ellen, and not just for playing doctor. I left them to their own devices for a couple of hours while I finished the essential part of my work. When at last it was nearly finished, I went upstairs to Vincent's room and was surprised to see the two of them naked on the bed with Vincent trying to bugger her. His penis was unfortunately too short to penetrate more than an inch, but she seemed to appreciate it. “I'd love to have your willy in my bottom, Uncle Jean-Michel,” she said. “We'll see about that another day,”
I said. “But if the weather is good tomorrow I'll be taking the boys to a working farm exhibition where they can see lots of animals and also learn how our food is produced. If your Mum agrees I'd like to take you as well. I know the boys want you to come.”
“Oh yes, I'd love to,” she said excitedly, forgetting about the hoped-for invasion of her anus. I sat on the bed with them for a few minutes cuddling two delightfully naked children. I had a good look at Ellen's vulva to make sure that there was no evidence of her recent action with the boys. As I did so, I asked her how she lost her hymen and she replied that her Dad often put one, then two fingers in her. She loved that feeling, but her Dad had never put his penis into her vagina.
“It's time for you to get dressed and go home now,” I told her after stroking her vulva for a few more minutes. “If your Mum could see the way you are now she'd have kittens and I would be on the way to the police station.” “I promise I won't say a word about this,” she said. “I don't ever want it to stop.” They both dressed, and I took them to Ellen's house, which we reached just before the appointed hour. Ellen took Vincent up to her room while I had a word with Hannah. I told her of my plan and she was delighted that I had invited Darlene. “As you have probably guessed, she doesn't get many outings other than those with the school.” “I'm sure this outing will be good for her. It's the sort of outing that I would expect the school to provide, but as far as I know it hasn't.” We chatted for a few more minutes and I said I would collect Darlene at about nine o'clock in the morning if that was convenient. Hannah assured me that it was, then the baby started crying, so I called Vincent downstairs ready for
