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 departure. When we arrived home I put Vincent to bed in my room, read him a story and watched him drift off to sleep.
X.
I awoke the next morning to a wonderful feeling in my nether regions. I looked under the bedclothes and saw Vincent busily sucking my penis. He looked up, smiled, said “This is the breakfast I want,” then resumed. It didn't take me long to fulfill his request, and he swallowed my seminal offering gladly. We dressed and went downstairs to breakfast. Vincent asked me if we were going to the farm today. I had already checked the weather forecast which said that it would be fine and sunny for the early part of the day, clouding over and then raining in late afternoon. So I affirmed that we would go as soon as everyone was ready. I went next door to collect Donald, then phoned Hannah to say that I would collect Darlene in the car and we would continue on to the farm. The morning at the farm proved to be a hit with the children. They rode horses, fed cows, watched the cows being milked by machine and also watched calves suckling their mothers. They watched lettuces and other green vegetables being harvested, and Ellen recalled the salad she had eaten the previous day. At last it was time to go, because a school party was due shortly. I bought sufficient salad makings for lunch, then we all thanked the farm staff and drove home. On the way we stopped at a picnic site by a large pond, where we had a look at the aquatic wildlife. They saw fish and frogs, but it was too late in the year for tadpoles. Donald expressed a desire to wee, so we found a spot hidden by bushes and all three children did the necessary, with Ellen squatting and the two boys watching with considerable interest.
“Don't you want to wee as well, Uncle Jean-Michel?” asked Vincent. I decided that I did, and three little faces watched me extract my cock and urinate. Ellen declared that she couldn't wait to have it all to herself, whereupon Donald slapped her playfully and told her not to be greedy-there was plenty to go round. Arriving home, I made another salad for all of us from the ingredients provided by the farm, and all three said it was even better than yesterday's. I pointed out that the fresher the food was, the better it usually tasted, and you couldn't get fresher than what they had just enjoyed.