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.