Chapter 349: Strays

I bet I already know, but I will let them tell me.

“Molly, you are coming with us if I have to tie you up. Go in and get your stuff,” I told her.

She didn’t even look up at me before running into her house. I saw the lights come on in her room and then turn back out a minute later. Molly was holding her “go bag” as she came outside.

We loaded in my Camry and headed back to my house.

On the way, I told them, “You will wear proper clothes that cover everything when you are not in my bedroom, the guest room, changing room by the garage, or in the pool if you decide to swim naked. If you think your foster parents were rough on you, don’t test my mom by breaking this rule. Look at it this way, if I can’t go around my home naked, you sure as hell aren’t. The robes you have on are kosher, as long as you don’t go showing things off on purpose.”

George asked, “So your folks are cool with us being naked, especially Teresa, in your bedroom, with you there?”

“Yep. It isn’t like I’m going to try to screw Teresa. She is way too young for me. Girls have to be closer to sixteen to play those games,” I replied before asking them to get me up to speed on what the hell went down today.

Teresa started much earlier than today, “We only met a few weeks ago. I’ve been bounced around foster homes ever since my parents decided they loved having kids for the tax benefits, just not raising them. No matter what I told teachers, social workers, and all the others, they believed I was completely uncoordinated and fell a lot, thus the cause of my bruises. Clumsy kids don’t fall down the stairs three times in a row, then trip and smash through a plate-glass window on the third floor. The best I can tell, I was seven at the time. I’m a good kid, have straight As, and respond politely to most everyone. According to all the therapists, psychiatrists, counselors, and psychologists, my head is good to go, and I don’t need any meds. Someone in the system doesn’t like me, and I don’t know why. My first five foster families fell in love with me from the day I arrived. Each started the adoption paperwork after I lived with them for a month. Each adoption got denied. At first, it was because they wanted to get me back with my parents. When my parent had overdosed and died, it became one bullshit reason after another. My latest adoption fell through, and the system dumped me at that woman’s house.”

“I never knew my parents. A drunk in a crane dropped something on the car that flattened it on our way from the hospital the day I was born. Four adoptions, four sets of parents dying unexpectedly. As far as the system is concerned, I’m cursed, and they are bouncing me from foster home to foster home,” George explained. “My caseworker chose to place me in that witch’s home to see if my bad luck would strike again.”

Both were looking down, lost in their thoughts, so I left them to it.

They whispered back and forth before George asked, “Do you think that you could stop by that burger place off of highway ninety-two so we can buy us two of their one-dollar hamburgers? We have the money. That witch only fed us one time a day saying the state didn’t pay her enough to feed us more often than that.”

“Sorry, George. I won’t take you there. Do you know that runaways won’t even eat there even when the place offers them free food? No health inspector is brave enough to risk their lives by opening the door. Plus, no one can identify what they are claiming is meat in their burgers,” I explained. “My car may look like shit, but I’m not cleaning up your barf after you wolf down all the food you can get. You are getting soup for the next few meals.”

I then turned to Teresa and said, “George took the bullet on that one, so you get to explain what the hell happened today. I can probably guess, but I want to hear it from you.”

“George got a laptop for his birthday from his last foster family. They were exceptionally generous. I lived with them for a while, but my caseworker told them not even to start adoption proceedings, for it would break their hearts when it fell through,” she told me. “One night, George barfed everywhere. The witch told me he was my problem and that she better not see or smell any barf when she got up in the morning. It wasn’t a big deal to clean up. He was so sick that he didn’t even know I had bathed him and put him to bed that night. When I was leaving his room, his laptop dinged. I should have left it alone, but I’m nosey. When I opened it, I saw a pop-up box that offered twenty bucks to put the portable webcam where it could only see my butthole and then put my fingers in my butt. I’ve done that enough times in the past that it was no big deal because it gets me turned on. It was only for five minutes too. I soon got people offering ten to twenty dollars, each, for five minutes of me sticking things in my butt. I was cool with that too. I did it four more times, but then I heard the witch coming down the hallway, so I closed the cover and got into the chair beside his bed. I don’t remember what nasty thing she said to me before going back to bed. In my haste, I shut down his computer. I didn’t know the password to get back in.”

George added, “Teresa made two-hundred dollars for playing with her butthole. It grosses me out, so I can’t do any of what she did. The next night Teresa got sick, but at least made it to the bathroom each time she puked. The witch told me to make sure I didn’t leave Teresa because I had to clean up any barf that didn’t make it into the toilet. Even if she wasn’t as weak as me, I did have to help her a lot, but not using the bathroom. Oddly, the witch walked in as I washed Teresa. All she said was to be sure I washed her hair.”

“That night, George brought his laptop into my room. A few people paid him to show his dick, but he kept refusing the people wanting him to play with his ass, sometimes while jacking off,” Teresa explained. “We talked about it, and George said that he didn’t mind if I wanted to do that with my butthole, or his. They wanted to see him jack off while playing with his butthole. He rubbed his dick as I reached over to work my fingers in his butt. He liked me fingering his butthole. When people started asking to put things in there, he said no, but for the right price, he could get someone else to do it. We carefully got me with my butt up on the air, but my pussy stayed covered. Once the camera was perfect, he clicked on all the various offers and then started the feed. I managed ok for a little while, but then I didn’t have the strength anymore.”

George was blushing as he told us, “Teresa’s pussy juice soaked her pajama bottoms and had me rock hard from the moment she started to play with her butthole. I didn’t find her asshole gross anymore, so I took over for her. We almost got caught by the witch and decided to give it a couple of days off. Now that we weren’t sick anymore, the witch got very puritanical. We had to lock our bedroom door anytime we were in there and the bathroom door when in there. There was a complete ban on being in the other’s bedroom, even if the witch was right there with us. She made sure we were always on opposite sides of the room anytime it was feasible. We weren’t to talk to each other when she wasn’t with us. Forget trying to play any board games or cards to kill the boredom.”

Teresa told me, “She often took one of us with her anytime she went out because that way we weren’t alone with each other, unsupervised. I got sick and did all I could to keep her from finding out. No way did I want her caring for me. I managed for two days, but then the one-hundred-four degree temperature, dehydration, and weakness wore me down. She found out and took me to the doctor. That witch complained the entire time home that she had to spend some of the money they paid her to get the things the doctor told her to have me to drink, provided I could keep them down. Then I could try soup and gelatin. The wrapper on the soup can had more flavor than the crap she bought. She wanted no part of caring for me and told George it was his responsibility. He wasn’t to leave my side until I recovered.”

She went on to say how the fluids had her mostly recovered by the next morning, but Teresa and George kept pretending Teresa was sick. That first night the witch did come in and order George to bathe Teresa because she stunk. Still being weak, their foster mother told George he had to get in there with her to be sure she didn’t drown. During their time in the same room together, they let her PJs drop down to show he had been putting things in a girl’s butt, and Teresa was putting her fingers in his. That changed the dynamic a lot. They made five-hundred dollars just getting in close to show that Teresa was still a virgin, too small to even get her finger in and that when playing with her butthole, her large clit firmed up as she got wet. That all happened the third night of her being sick.

Last night, Teresa fingered his butthole while she rubbed her self. If anyone wanted to see them both get off, as the other fingered their butt holes, then it had to be at least a hundred dollars. They made fifteen hundred dollars doing what they both needed to do before they could settle down to go to sleep. After they both pretended to be sick, the next morning, the witch left.

Both were recovering from an extended session where they got each other off. The laptop camera zoomed in on George’s dick. The cabled webcam was as close to Teresa’s pussy as they could get it and still make sure the people paying watched her pussy spasm when she came. If Molly and I had crossed the driveway, causing the woman to wait on us to get across it, and they would be back in their robes. Their fun made them appear clammy, so she would send them to bathe as soon as they tried to eat a little something.

“We already had people sending in requests for George to screw my ass,” Teresa said. “I was all for it, but George said he had seen a lot of ways to make it look like he was doing it, but not doing it at all. Others said they would pay even more if we would position the camera in a way that showed him fucking my asshole up close. If he shot inside me, we could hit a button to make people pay to see him pull out and then watch the cum leak out of me. With this morning’s video and tonight’s, we would have over five thousand dollars we could take out from ATMs today. We planned to make the witch have to take us to the doctor, which always takes a long time. We were going to take our bags with us and slip out to go to every ATM we could find to use our card to get the maximum withdrawal limit of cash.”

Their plan had them running away tomorrow with nearly ten grand in cash. All the kids needed was to get far from the city and then find a hotel room that didn’t ask questions as long as their credit card was authorized. Give more video shows from each hotel would ensure they had the cash to live on for years.

I waited to be sure they finished before I asked, “So you didn’t mind that creepy old guys and child molesters were paying you to do that for money?”

“Gross! No way,” George replied. “The service requires seven different verification types to get into the system in the first place. Two are in person. No one older than sixteen can use the service. We had rich kids all over the world who paid us to do this as they watched. When you are presenting, they have to be on screen with irrefutable evidence that their feed is live and not a recording. I don’t know how the software works, but it is all kids and has stuff encoded into the stream to screw up people trying to record the video.”

Molly nodded that the service is what they said. Anyone who wanted to pay some amount to watch someone do what they wanted them to do must load funds into their account first.

Once at my house, we went right into the kitchen. Molly started making some soup while I got them sports drinks. When they were full, we headed up to my room.

“Off with the robes. First, you take a shower, then Molly and I are going to check you from head to toe. It is up to you if you want to shower together or not,” I told them

I got the shower going, and they slipped in together. I noticed that George was rock hard and using some soap to push three fingers all the way up in Teresa’s butt and then using the wand to wash her out. I decided that it was time for Molly and me to leave. We told the kids to come down after their shower. I didn’t expect them down five minutes later and starving.

Molly got them more soup but added something to make them sleep. Soon they were rubbing their eyes. I herded them to the guest room and tucked them into bed.

“Strip,” I told Molly as we went out onto the pool deck. “You have two choices. We can fuck until you are ready to talk, or you can swim until you are ready to fuck, and then we will talk about things. I’ve not seen you like this before, but you’ve been dripping since you found what they had been doing online. We are going to fuck and talk, no matter what. It is up to you if you want to swim first.”

I know her better than anyone else, just not as well as I thought.

We fucked hard for over an hour, got the kids up, fed them again, put them back to bed, fucked for another hour, and then she went swimming laps while I got the kids awake to eat again.

I only had on a towel when I woke them up. While using the baby food machine, that mom kept out due to the number of babies visiting. I unloaded the dishwasher. Reaching to the top shelf pulled my towel loose. Both kids stared at my seven hanging inches. I put my towel back on as if nothing happened. I did add some of Molly’s sleepy juice to the glop I pulled from the baby food maker.

I grabbed a sandwich and made a big cup of yogurt for Molly. I could tell she was going to swim for a while unless I made her stop to eat.

“Clothing optional out here,” I told them as I waited for Molly to get near the wall, to turn around before I reached in from the side to pull her from the pool.

I handed Molly the yogurt and a spoon. That got me a big hug and a long kiss on the lips, with some tongue.

Whispering in her ear, I said, “I’m so sorry, Molly. I didn’t know it was that bad. We will get through it. Do you want me to reach out to the triplets?”

She whispered back no and went to eat her yogurt.

We both faced Teresa and George, where he looked right into Molly’s pussy. She moved her legs over the arms of the chair to be sure he could see it and her butthole. His dick was rock hard. Teresa’s buds were just as hard as she stared at my dick.

When they couldn’t keep their eyes open, Molly and I fucked again. This time she swam until she was ready to have me lick her pussy until she came.