Chapter 284: Chilling by the Pool

“Who wants to go skinny dipping?” I asked the kids on the bus.

They are all for it.

Only a few still had clothes on by the time I parked the bus by the guest house. Once the naked kids all tore off at a run for the pool, carrying their clothes and shoes, I looked at the others.

“Ok, come on. We can get you cleaned up in the guest house, and no one will know you weren’t able to hold it any longer,” I told the kids still on the bus. “It was a long ride, and we didn’t take enough bathroom breaks. Don’t worry about it, ok?”

The staff will love these kids. How many times has a child apologized to a maid for soiling their clothes and then offered to clean up their mess themselves?

I was heading to help the kids get cleaned up when I was intercepted by a maid who said, “They are big kids, Darren. Please spare them the embarrassment of you seeing them undressing and cleaning themselves after soiling their clothes. Each knows you would be right there to help them wash, and most would probably enjoy your touch. Though, I do have ulterior motives for this diversion. The staff and our families live here like we are part of the family. With all the space, medical care, and excellent food, our families have grown in ways we could not have if we lived on the meager wages of our peers. Every family has those who need extra attention and have difficulty with change. The main house repairs are disruptive, but not exceptionally so. Having all furniture from every room, including the staff quarters, replaced with high-quality furniture went beyond what some could handle. We did our best to relocate them to a peaceful, quiet smaller guest house at the back of this property. Our normal ways of calming them down have been unsuccessful. I know full well your position as the most powerful man on Earth Darren. It is also no secret that you have a way about you that makes most like our amazing children feel at ease. Would you mind taking a bit of time to sit with them to see if you can help them, where others, not even their own families, cannot?”

Sure? Why not? Maybe I can get them to come to the pool to hang out with their new residents.

“We have food already prepared for them in the kitchen in that guest house. Please feel free to serve yourself,” she told me. “Don’t worry about eating it all yourself. These kids and young adults have healthy appetites as well. There is plenty, and we will provide more if needed.”

She wasn’t kidding when she said a lot of the kids and staff who had some form of Autism, or similar type of disorders like a sensory disorder, were all wigging out. The headbangers didn’t seem to have issues with whoever put helmets on their head or at least got some form of thick padding behind them to keep them from hurting themselves. Without it, they would have caused themselves severe head trauma from how hard they were slamming their heads into the walls as they rocked.

Others were off in various little worlds doing whatever worked best for them to cope, even if that was melting down into screaming, violent behavior that included breaking things.

A few of them wouldn’t calm down until I carried them outside and physically restrained them until they were too tired to do more than tell everyone their thoughts about it. I put them all into the same room where they were only annoying and screaming at each other. With them settled, I went around to the others.

Going to the one nearest to me, I reached down, turned them around, and pulled them into my arms. It didn’t matter how big or how old they were, many of them locked themselves around my body to hug me until they calmed down. They weren’t exactly happy about what was going on, but I did manage to get most of them to eat something, use the bathroom, and find somewhere quiet to relax as I worked on settling down the other ones. It took a while, but they had all at least used the bathroom, had some food, and were no longer in full meltdown mode.

Except for those who fell asleep, once they calmed down and the adrenaline wore off, I said, “The new kids moving in don’t have anything to wear swimming, so they are practicing being nudists. You have over fifty new residents who will be living here for years if you want to go meet them, or at least check out their naked bodies just because you can.”

Some liked the idea of seeing the new kids naked. Others liked the idea of going swimming in the buff. All of them were happy to get out of this guest house, provided I was coming too. They needed someone to be a buffer for them in case something happened. Fortunately, I found that only a few were entirely averse for someone touching them, and they were among those sleeping right now.

“Can we swim naked? Even if we already have breasts and hair between our legs,” a girl asked. “Mom said I wasn’t allowed to run around naked anymore as soon as I started to get hair down there.”

I smiled as I stripped her. She enjoyed the touch of my fingers on her soft skin, and said, “If the new owner is naked, all her siblings moving here with her being naked, and the kids we rescued from some nasty people are also naked, then I don’t see why you can’t be nude if you want. We are talking about hanging out and swimming naked, not having sex, or feeling each other up. There is a big difference.”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess it is a big difference. Cool. I want everyone to see how much my body has grown to be like a woman lately. It isn’t like I’m big enough for a boy to get inside me anyway, even if I did want to play house with them,” the girl said as she pulled my shorts and boxers down. “No way am I big enough to have that go inside me. After we all finish swimming, could I maybe go somewhere private with you to play with it some? I’ve played with a lot of them, but yours is the longest I’ve ever seen.”

I added, causing her to grin from ear to ear, “Yeah, right. It is because you want to touch all of me and feel my touch over all of you.”

This girl took charge as soon as another of the kids here wanted to see my dick. She blocked their view until they stripped. Only those who were naked got to peek, at least until we all headed to the pool, nude. Well, those who wanted to be. Some weren’t quite so sure. Two thought it was some sort of joke, and they would be the bare butt of it.

We had barely walked in to find places to sit when a girl got out of the pool, ran over, grabbed the hands of a boy and girl, who came from the guest house with me, and pulled them off after her. It was one of the kidnapped kids, so it was interesting enough that I followed to hear what was going on.

“No, they took Uncle Ezekiel and Auntie Jezebel away, and then grabbed me. I woke up tied up, naked, in a pile of other naked kids these people also kidnapped. You can’t even imagine the creepy-crawlies that caused,” the girl told the boy and girl she pulled over to talk to her. “That guy with the long dong and Miss Risa rescued us all. These men were going to kidnap her and all her siblings to do something nasty to all of us. Really. The other kidnapped kids are the ones in and around the pool who aren’t from Miss Risa’s family. I’m so glad you live here now. Yes, Miss Risa said this was my new home. I get a room for myself, clothes, and everything. Your parents don’t worry about taking me in because Miss Risa already did. It is going to be so cool. Uncle Ezekiel wasn’t that bad. He was just very strict. Ok. Ok. Crazy strict.”

How is she talking with them? They haven’t said a word to her, and yet obviously they are. I don’t see any signs of a twin link between them, and they aren’t using any sign language.

The girl who came here with Risa smiled and said softly, shocking the hell out of the girl who was still talking, “She is the only one in the whole family who seems to know what we are thinking. My mom said Billie and I don’t have to talk when Kelly is around because she talks enough for all three of us.”

Well, that shut Kelly up!

Billie then pulled me down to whisper in my ear, “We’ve only talked to each other when we must. You are why we are talking now. We both like you a lot. If you want to at bedtime, my sister and I can sleep in your bed to help you not be lonely. I love how you make me feel safe and loved more than anyone has, including my sister.”

“Jeez, Darren,” Kelly mock complained. “Everyone has thought they were mute. Now you have them talking up a storm.”

I smiled as I said, “I get that a lot. Something about me has kids like you and them comfortable around me. Many like me to hold them, usually with us both naked, when they can’t stand the touch of anyone else. It is why the maid asked me to see if I could calm down the group of you having problems with all the things going on in the house and the associated noise. Don’t expect them to talk to you, or anyone else, if I’m not around. I can’t explain how it works.”

Like Kelly needs them to talk to her anyway. She seems to know what they are trying to say without them speaking or pantomiming anything.

We all had a blast by the pool all day long and then enjoyed a huge dinner. Risa had me walk through the house to check on each room and help her decide who should move into which bedroom, initially, and make sure that she didn’t accidentally have any with boys and girls sharing the same bathroom. Even if they were around each other all the time, naked, each sex needed to be able to do their thing without having the opposite sex walking in on them. It didn’t take very long as she was very observant in which kids seemed attracted to each other as friends.

“Nothing will be perfect, Darren,” Risa told me as we headed outside to tell everyone where to go sleep tonight. “My siblings frequently changed rooms when they no longer got along with the siblings in the room they were using.”

As they filtered into the house, plain shorts and t-shirts awaited them to wear to bed. Their new clothes were already in their designated bedrooms. A few grumbled about their pairings. They had to deal with it for now. Risa would see what she could do in the morning.

Risa took me to a large suite on the main floor and said, “As you are a guest Darren. I’ve assigned you this guest suite, versus one of the guest houses, so that you are close if something comes up, but not be bothered tonight as you rest. I have my suite up on the second level. I made sure your room doesn’t have any hidden entrances, and the locks only unlock from the inside, by the butler master key, or by the head of housekeeping, but only in an emergency. We both know that many here will try to thank you, intimately, as that is all they have to give you that they have of value. Let us be honest here. You don’t need sex. We both know that if you whip your python out in front of a girl or woman you want to bed, they will be on their backs as quickly as they can undress enough for you to enjoy. Being damn good at sex and able to go a long time before you cum is a big plus. Women, and some girls, can tell a man who has a level of sexual confidence that he can be cocky about it. I’m so glad you aren’t a complete douchebag.”

What Risa didn’t know is that the oversized bed, which looked like two California Kings pushed together, already had a contingent of the kids whose families worked here in exchange for room and board, among other things. All were wearing at least boxers, briefs, or panties. Some were wearing footie pajamas, that have built-in mittens, with long sleeves that zipped to their neck, leaving only their neck and heads exposed. They were some sort of very light, breathable fabric, but kept them from feeling direct touch anywhere on their bodies other than their head.

It is funny that all the boys have on t-shirts with underwear or sleep shorts. Most of the non-touch averse girls are just in panties no matter how large their breasts are.

One of the maids intercepted me before I got into the bedroom to say, “Darren. What you see isn’t some mass orgy awaiting your arrival. They do this anytime there is a lot of change. If each could tolerate it, they could sleep naked, and nothing sexual at all would happen in bed as a group. A few are sexually active, but they keep it quiet and hidden from the others. In that short period this afternoon, you did what all the staff have been unable to do with our children, must less the larger group. Only about a quarter of the children are biological children of someone on the staff. The others are nieces, grandchildren, and some strays we took in because they needed somewhere to live. They are good kids, and we do understand their unique personalities and unique needs. When you are ready for bed, climb into the middle, and they will shuffle around to be in the spot they want. I do wish to warn you. I will let you know that you will be hard all night long, but it has no sexual component. Some of the girls seem to like holding a hard penis much as a male or female holds the breast of girls they spoon up behind. Since you are aware of their quirks, it won’t come as a surprise to find one or more checking your dick out to satisfy their curiosity and to see how they measure up. They won’t let any of the others take things beyond that level, even if to get you erect required some oral stimulation.”

Yeah. Ok. Whatever. Why am I so tired, anyway? My body’s good energy is full, and so are the reserves?

I changed into a pair of loose sleep shorts, used the bathroom, and worked my way into the middle of the bed. As told, the kids moved around so that I could get in between the sheets and then changed themselves around until I ended up with a girl on each side of me. One shifted around until she pushed up against my side with my hand down inside her panties, cupping her mound. She wasn’t the least bit aroused. It seemed that as just something she needed to help her go to sleep. Before I even fully processed that she wasn’t trying to have me get her off, she was deeply asleep.

The girl on the other side pushed my hands inside her panties to hold her butt as she worked my dick out the loose leg hole of my shorts. Once she got it hard, she kicked one leg over mine, pushed my cock inside the leg hole of her panties, and then got it resting between her pink folds to butt up against her gates. The girl wasn’t the least bit horny.

“Thank you for letting me have your thing touching me like this. I know many think it is naughty but aren’t. It comforts me to know you won’t try to do naughty things with me even when your thing is right where it could go inside me, and my body can hold it all,” this sleepy girl told me. “Maybe one day, but not today.”

With that, she reached down to hold a hand on my nuts and went right to sleep.

In the morning, I awoke to hands on my dick, but they were exploring it, not jacking me off. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch. It freaked them all out, and they quickly pulled away.

I smiled as I said, “You’re curious. Go ahead and check it out. It won’t bite. Fire odd gobs of goo maybe, but not bite.”

The girl who had me hold her butt last night pushed me to mostly sitting with a pile of pillows behind me. She cuddled in tight to me and then pulled my hand inside her panties in the front. With her legs slightly parted, my hand was cupping her mound. She did rub my finger over her instantly aroused clitoris a few times before resting her hand on mine.

Getting in close to my ear, even though the others were checking out my long dick, she asked, in a barely audible whisper, “Why aren’t you touching me in the forbidden way that feels so good? Don’t you want to touch me like that down there?”