Chapter 272: Reuniting Siblings

All their power and money can’t replace the love of their families.

The man of the house asked if I wouldn’t mind visiting an additional day or two since I seemed to be the only person his four Autistic children bonded with as soon as they found me. Not having anything else to do, I agreed.

I’ve never seen happier, carefree children than the sets of twins as the handyman removed the hidden panels from the doors secured behind them. All four were still naked, but that didn’t last for long. The girls were going through their clothes trying on everything, mostly to find what fabrics bothered them, which they liked, and then those that got their juices flowing. Neither wanted the bras, and I can’t blame them. That didn’t stop me from getting a crop top that I pulled down over their small breasts and then put a bra on them. They still didn’t like having the compression around their body, but the material didn’t bug them as much.

All four did insist that if I wanted to be in their rooms, I must be naked too.

See you later then.

I didn’t get to the door before they all looked at the floor, and one girl said, “We were just playing Darren. Last night was the best sleep of our entire lives. We like being able not to have anything between you and us. Your skin and hair feel like something we want to touch our skin everywhere we can.”

“Fine with me, but I stunk when I woke up, and now all four of you stink too. The bathtub is too small for me and more than one of the boys, so we need a bigger tub,” I told them. “All four of you go put on underwear and your robes, or at least long t-shirts. Someone remarked last night how surprised they were to see you boys not only dressed but dressed properly for when I carried you into the room where the adults had gathered. If you want to ever get out of this house, you need to show them that you can dress yourselves immaculately and appropriately.”

I got a few frowns until I told them I was going to go shower only if they didn’t want to hang out in whatever big tub we found around here somewhere. Having worked as maids, the girls knew the intricate details of all the rooms in the house.

“Now that we have nice clothes, we will wear them, at least when we chose to dress,” the other girl said. “The boys are always immaculate when dressed, even in clothes provided when expected that they would get dirty. Maid uniforms for girls hide our features to protect us from those who like young girls in ways that many find wrong. We don’t find those behaviors distasteful. We are just unable to tolerate physical contact with those men who like bringing pleasure to young girls or having young girls pleasure them. Many will pass through here when doing business with our father. Only one was tolerable to us and showed us many things we had not discovered by ourselves. Alas, our reassurances of our enjoying his attentions, willingly, went unheard, and they treated him worse than those who violently force themselves on young girls and boys. It saddens us.”

“Beaten, tortured, emasculated, and buggered by animals. That was done before providing sustenance forest animals by way of a wood chipper, feet first,” one of the boys said emotionlessly. “A poor financial decision which is providing his revenge, in a roundabout way. His plain appearance was an asset permitting him to slip unnoticed from the main function and seek out the youth aggressively seeking someone who could teach that which they were unable to learn from others without repercussions. His gentle, caring, honest interest in each child made them happy when around him, and withdrawn after his departure. Through this talent, he gained private audiences with those who cared not how he brought happiness to their children that they were unable to connect with themselves. Through those relationships, he brokered deals between parties unable to conduct their business otherwise. A void quickly appeared which those who could replace him feared their doing so will find their lives ending in a similarly gruesome way.”

That answers one question that I had floating around in my brain. In a world where these families and their offspring dictate the laws, someone must exist who can easily befriend their children to be their confidant. Someone who helped them with what they were comfortable doing and would stop when they weren’t.

In the time it took the one boy to explain things, in his own way, his brother had clothes for them both, and the girls were still deciding what they would wear.

A girl’s indecision on clothing is at a more primal level than those brain processes affected by Autism.

Once everyone had their clothes to dress in after the bath, we were off. We ended up in a wing of the house that felt unused, even if someone dusted and cleaned regularly. In the chosen bathroom, one girl started the hot water warming up while the other found we had no towels, washcloths, soaps, shampoos, or even toilet paper. She took one of the boy’s hands to drag him off somewhere at a run. The other boy and his sister proceeded to strip themselves and then me. After their natural curiosity was satisfied, the girl did attempt to raise the flagpole with no success. Her bother was also unsuccessful.

“First off you two, it is probably against some sibling code somewhere for you to do things alone with me while your siblings rush off to obtain what we need to bathe. Secondly, I’m not here to put my penis in any of the four of you or allow you to attempt to coax it into shooting my load. We are going to bathe and enjoy each other’s company, that is all,” I told them. “Just relax and enjoy being a family once again.”

I didn’t expect that would work as well as it did, but who’s complaining?

The bath was very educational for the four siblings. For the girls, they learned about the difference puberty makes to the size of the penis and testicles. Each boy found that even if their older sisters were twins, their bodies were as different as their faces. One had quarter-sized pink mountains for buds, her sister had dime-sized ones sitting atop some firm, half-lemon sized breasts. Then they came to the pubic hair. The one with just fat buds had the sides of her pussy and a bit around her clit covered in dark, curly hairs. Her sister was still baby smooth with no signs of hair at all yet.

After the bath, their exploration continued. As I braided the hair of the one girl, with hair long enough to braid, and then brushed out the other girl’s hair, the boys got to check out the girl’s pink canoes. Interestingly, their clits were both about the same size when erect. It was their inner and outer lips showing differences. The one with the half-lemon sized breasts looked to be matured while her sister still looked like a pre-pubescent girl.

I don’t need to look to know that neither girl has a hymen, even if their brother’s long, thin fingers wouldn’t cause either girl any discomfort if they did still have that thin membrane.

Once dried, we all donned robes, which somehow appeared while we bathed and all other clothing removed. Instead of going back to either of the kid’s rooms, the girls led us down to the end of the wing. It looked as if there was nothing here, but the boys and I found a large bedroom, with an oversized king bed, hidden behind a fake wall used to conceal the door.

“It was our duty to keep these special rooms cleaned should they once again be needed. They hid this room after moving us to the servant’s quarters,” one girl told me. “None can give us details about why someone hid it.”

Before anyone could hazard a guess, a voice from the door said, “My dear children. How much I have mistreated you, all four of you, by allowing my grief to make me do things which a father should never do to his children. I had hoped this was not where I would find you, of all the places here in the main house or guest houses. This was your mother’s and my room from the day we wed until she passed away. Her loss weighed so heavily on me that I couldn’t bear to return to this room and had it hidden away. Girls, I kept your room ready for you when I sent you to live with the servants. Bad advice led me to believe you two pulled away from our embraces, banged your heads against walls, and were unable to speak at the age of five as not being retarded as much as of limited intelligence. Each of you thrived once shown a task appropriate for your age. Anything assigned to you, you did to perfection. When led to a dusty and musty room, you two wouldn’t leave until it smelled of fresh flowers, and none could find a single speck of dust, not even on the tops of door frames of cabinets with only a few centimeters of clearance between the top and the ceiling. They sent you to clean the nastiest bathrooms and soon found them cleaner than an operating room. Then your brothers came along from your stepmother’s womb. Only many years after their birth did I learn that she was only a surrogate. It was then that I sought out the best in the medical world to find what was wrong with the boys to no avail. So strong was my grief that I focused on the children your stepmother gave me. I didn’t know what was wrong with you four, and I couldn’t reach you.”

He dropped into an upholstered chair lost in his grief and thoughts. I was about to ask the girls to help me get him to his room when he looked up at us.

“Seeing Darren with the boys in his arms and them chattering away, I finally saw what I had been missing all these years. There is nothing wrong with you other than what makes the four of you unique,” he explained. “A doctor arrived while you were bathing. They explained to me, your stepmother, and your half-siblings all about Autism. He then pulled me off to the side to say that those who I had hired to diagnose you were afraid of how I would react if I found out the truth that you four were special, and what that meant. He had no fear of repercussions as he told me how disgusted he was with my treatment of my four amazing children and failing to continue trying to find out how I could reach you. I felt as if someone had punched me in the gut, followed by kicking me in the nuts.”

Without any evidence of emotion, one of the girls went to him, gently touched his arm to get his attention, and then said, “Father, I find your touch on my bare skin revolting. To me, I feel as if the larvae of thousands of insects are eating away at the flesh underneath. I have many different sensations I experience when touched by another, other than my sister, brothers, Darren, and the man sent to meet his grizzly end. You and those in your elite club exterminated an honorable man who helped those like us, as well as normal children, to learn things about our bodies and a man’s body that I couldn’t do for my inability to withstand them touching me. We both saw you watching us as we did the duties assigned, so you know that when away from our quarters, our only exposed flesh is our faces. Gloves allowed us to touch people while doing our assigned tasks. My sister and I knew why you sent us to work as servants. Since that day, we wanted you to hold us as you did when we were small girls. These robes are not optimal, but we wish to sit on your lap and put your arms around our stomachs as we recline back against you. Should your skin touch our own, we will focus on ignoring our discomfort. We know many ways that you can touch the four of us without contacting our bare skin.”

Now that is the smile of a happy daddy.

He held out his arms wide for the girls to sit in his lap.

I had the place in my head show me anywhere on the girl’s body that their father was touching them that caused them discomfort. After a few minutes, the only thing I saw was the girls getting hot in their robes. As they squirmed around to get comfortable, their robes began to separate. Neither girl noticed their father’s hand on their bare stomachs nor appeared to realize they consciously moved his hand down to rest their leg with his fingers right above their pubic bone.

One of the twin girls and then the other moved his arm away from their bodies before getting off his lap. Soon they had him naked from the waist up and them sitting naked on a leg each, with their backs to his chest.

“Sister, it is as I expected. I always remembered his touch to be one which I desired, just as you now feel. I believe our memories are of the touch of another which we tied to our father,” she explained. “I have no unsatisfied need to seek out his touch, but do find it peaceful, at least in the way in which I interpret peaceful to feel.”

The other twin said, “Father, Darren is one in a billion people on Earth that somehow those like us, who dislike the touch of others, sense that we want to feel his touch.”

“Darren possesses a chemical compound or mental energy which stimulates our minds with the prospect of being able to have full skin-on-skin contact with his body as he will keep us safe when we are the most vulnerable. While procuring supplies for our bath, my sister noted the pheromone laden scent around her body was from her desire to explore her sexuality with Darren. I likewise expressed my desire for his guidance in ways in which a boy finds pleasurable and gives a man his sexual release. I already knew, though, but have not yet explored, about how I could give my sister her sexual release.,” one boy said.

One girl did take the towel her brother offered to dry her weeping pussy, telling her dad, “I apologize for failing to remain focused, father. My desire for Darren to help me explore my sexuality has resulted in your pants covered with secretions. It is very aggravating to me to find that Darren is so honorable that he refuses to show me those pleasures even when I’m physically able to insert vegetables into my vagina that exceed his length and girth.”

“He is a man of unquestionable honor, father,” the other girl said, “Much he has to teach us one day, possibly. No other with which you conduct transactions would refuse our requests for physical pleasures with us.”

The other girl then stated the obvious, “Father, I’ve come to realize that your bare chest touching my back and arm across my body calms me and provides a feeling of safety I’ve not experienced in a long time. It is different than what I feel with Darren. I do not desire to have every inch of my skin in contact with your body as I do with him. Brothers, come sit between our legs and lean back against us so that father can hold you to us.”

The boys quickly jumped at the chance. Instead of sitting with their backs to their sisters, they climbed into their laps to face them. Their father happily put his arms around the boys as they cuddled their sisters. The girls went dry as soon as they weren’t thinking about sex with me.

Something is coming towards us. It isn’t a seeker, but it is making me feel sick.

The man’s wife burst into the room. When she saw the four children naked, on their father’s lap, with the boys facing the girls, I could feel the anger building inside her.

“How dare you enter this room with these children? What sick mind has brothers and sisters engaging in incestuous embraces on the lap of their father?” she yelled, and then I saw it happen, via the place in my head.

She pushed out waves of energy that covered her husband and each child. I saw the four children trying to escape their father’s touch and those of their brothers. When the sisters went to comfort each other, they couldn’t even stand to touch each other. Same for the brothers. If that wasn’t enough, I began to see the women pulling good energy from all five of them. As they began to turn pale, I quickly put a shield around her and used the place in my head to make their eyes see the energy coming off her towards them and what she was trying to take from them, but couldn’t get through the shield, from them.