Chapter 418: Country Road, Take Me Home

Desi surprised me with how she was running the show. The two adults and their seventeen-year-old daughter were overwhelmed. All the kids were running amok. Boys were trying to get in bed with girls, siblings fighting, and everything I would have stopped.

What I found out was that Desi had gotten right about to go off on all of them, as she almost had a meltdown when the boy that can make time bubbles picked up on it. He ran around to tell the others that Desi was about to lose it, and they needed to calm down. They did because they got that Desi melting down would likely piss me off.

The kids were still running around between rooms in only underwear. Half the girls were braless, even though they did have tits now. We were the only ones on the floor, so I wasn’t too worried about it getting us into trouble. All the girls knew they had tits but didn’t seem to care one bit about it. From earlier, I knew they only had light tan lines from only a tiny bikini bottom. No one-pieces.

A quick run through the kids, and I moved them around to have siblings that needed to sleep in the same bed sharing a bed.

In my room, I found that I had a selection of a long sleep shirt, PJs, sleep shorts, or sleep pants. We set up an assembly line. First, I did the kids that didn’t need any meds or that other things checked in private. Each was stripped and given their choice. Girls who wanted to go in just sleep shorts had to still take a long t-shirt or PJ top for outside their suites. Any kids who slept naked or wanted to try tonight where they were safe and wouldn’t get in trouble had to have PJs or sleep shirts. They could strip when getting into bed but needed clothes close in case of an emergency.

While the others waited for me, I went to tuck the kids in since only a few could stay awake now. It seemed silly for me to go in the bathroom to make sure they peed before bed. I couldn’t believe a few girls didn’t even try to pat dry. I had to hand them a wad of toilet paper for them to do it.

“I know that you are a boy, but I would die if anyone else found out,” a girl said, whispering to me. “I’ve rarely had access to any toilet paper, and that I used to clean my butt so it wouldn’t mess up my panties. Can you show me what to do?”

When I helped her pat dry, I found that she had dried poop on her butt again.

You are going to get the rest of that out of you right now.

I had her brain decide it was time to purge her intestines of everything she ate before dinner, in a hurry. The girl’s eyes went wide when she let out a long, loud, smelly fart.

“I don’t think I need to help you do anything with that. I will come back in a little while to check on you. Anyone that needs to go while you are here can use a different bathroom. The other three are already asleep anyway,” I told the girl.

They weren’t embarrassed that I found out, but one of the girls walked in when I helped one wash the shit out of her pussy. She turned out not to be the only one that didn’t know how to pat dry, or at least go front to back when wiping. She got very self-conscious then.

The seventeen-year-old had the boy that makes the time bubbles in bed with her. He was as naked as her and laying between her legs. His butt was moving in a definite fucking motion as he sucked on one of her tits. Her hand was stroking his hair and telling him to keep going. It was ok. He wasn’t hurting her.

“Go check on my parents and then come back. He will have finished be and asleep,” she told me.

I’m not sure I like that idea, but he has lived with them for a while.

I found his mom with one of the fourteen-year-old boys between her legs in the tub, humping away.

“It isn’t what you think you are seeing. See my husband, but don’t judge. Get the other kids settled and tucked in, and we will sit down to explain,” she told me.

Her husband was there with his dick in hand as the wiggling mass of girls fingered and ate each other. When he would cum, one of them got a handful of tissues to hold over his dick. She squeezed out what was in his piss tube and got back into the pile.

He told me what his wife and daughter had. They would explain once the others were in bed.

I helped the kids check their blood sugar and get their insulin if they needed any. Kids that needed shots got those too. I went back to the girl that had been taking a monster shit. She was lying on her stomach, naked, on top of the bed with her hand between her legs. I checked her butt, and it was now clean.

When I tried to get her under the covers, she said, “Huh-uh. She loves to spoon up behind me, and it makes me sweat all night long. Looking over at the other bed, I found that it got easily fixed. One of the girls in that bed was in the fetal position, trying to be as small as possible. She was whimpering a little bit from time to time. I put the girl that liked to spoon up behind someone in bed with the girl curled in a ball. She opened her eyes when I was pulling the covers over her.

“Go cuddle. The girl needs you,” I told her.

“Can you take off her t-shirt? I can’t sleep with something between me and whoever I sleep behind,” she asked before yawning.

My getting the balled-up girl out of her sleep shirt woke her, and she jumped away in fear, then jumped into my arms, shaking.

“Hey, I had to take your shirt off so that two of you can get a good night’s sleep,” I told her.

After going to pee, she came back to crawl into bed. I saw why the other girl said the snuggler made her so hot.

The snuggly girl moved behind the scared one and engulfed the smaller girl’s tiny body with her own. Both let out happy sighs before going back to sleep. The other two girls were under the covers now, one sleeping with her head on the other’s chest and hand on her small tit. They were both sleeping soundly.

Now to get some answers.

When I got back in my suite, I checked the kids, who were all cuddled up with their siblings, dressed how they always slept.

“It was only two at first, but the other two joined in over the years. Someone has come across where my family found shelter and tried to join in their fun more than once. They couldn’t stop doing that to get themselves where they were exhausted enough to sleep without waking every few minutes in fear. Tonight was my night to watch over them. I’m a male and not dead. If one of us isn’t looking at them when one looks up at us, it will freak that one out. That freaks out the other three, and none of them will sleep for days. They told me to jack myself off, or they would find a way to fuck me every night until I got them each pregnant. I love my wife and would never cheat on her for anything, even if we had to send the four away. I’ve never asked how any one of them knows right when I’m going to cum to keep me from making a mess, and I’m not sure I ever want to learn their secrets. I used to feel guilty as hell each time, but they sat me down to tell me that it is better that I’m watching them than someone who would take the only thing from them that should be theirs to give away freely,” he explained. “If I get too close to them, it causes them all to get out of the mood and not sleep for days. I swear, I can’t win.”

Ok. The girl that came to catch his cum in tissues did it more like she came over to scratch a spot on his back that he couldn’t reach.

The mom then explained, “Yes, the boy looked like he was fucking me, but he wasn’t. I was wearing panties. He wasn’t hard. Every now and then, something goes off in his head, and he finds the nearest girl, gets between her leg, latches onto her nipple, and starts humping his hips away. Tonight, I saw him between the legs of a girl that told me she didn’t mind and hoped he would get hard grinding against her wet hotdog warmer. She was doing her best to make that happen. He won’t even remember in the morning, but tonight his body responded to her efforts to get him hard, so I had to do something. That was the only place I could find where I could lock the door or some privacy. You saw his penis earlier. It isn’t any longer when he is hard. My daughter usually grabs him when he starts, but she wasn’t nearby. It doesn’t last long, and if I could have found my pajamas, I would have them on with only the top unbuttoned enough she could get to my nipple. You are going to have to carry him to the bus tomorrow. He will be sleeping for the next day or two.”

“David,” their daughter said. “It is no secret to us that some that are with us have things about them that are different and sometimes confusing. We couldn’t turn them out to live on the streets, alone, anymore. Everything that we must do or overlook helps them have some sort of peace. We do it out of love for them. Dad rarely has to watch the girls. They take care of Clive when he gets like tonight. Him sucking on their nipple doesn’t turn them on in the least. As long as he feels a bare female thigh against his butt, no one has to be nude. We will try to get a bikini bottom to cover him, and the girls wear panties and shorts. We may not always get something on him, but none of the girls would ever let him between their legs unless they were covered. We found him with a girl that used to live with us. She told us not to ever allow sex to happen. They had to sleep naked to share body heat, so he did that to her every five to six months. Once they both got turned on, she wanted him screwing her, so she got his dick in the right place, and he humped away for hours. Expectedly, he got off and was snapped back into reality instantly. She told us that Clive was a wholly different person but didn’t tell us how. The girl said that he stayed that way until one night she woke with him latched to her nipple and Clive humping away like all the other times. The next day, he had forgotten all of the last eleven weeks.”

Her dad added, “He started jacking off shortly after coming to live with us, and I’ve seen him rubbing his dick through his pants when he happens to see one of the girls naked. If he hadn’t been in that zombie-like state, we wouldn’t have stopped the two kids from screwing.”

“So, what about you and the boy,” I asked their daughter.

“What? He’s fifteen, even if he only looks eleven. We were horny, so he was rubbing my clit with his dick until it was too much, and then he slid it lower. Sure, it went in me eventually, but not enough that I felt it. You saw my cherry, so you know it looks like baby swiss instead of a big hole in the middle. I’m positive he never pushed against it. When I was ready again, he humped my clit until I got off. I let him poke around my pussy until he finally got to feel as good as he says it gets for him,” she said with a bit of anger in her voice. “Everyone was asleep, and you made me so horny getting the grunge out of my pubic hairs that I needed to get off.”

I pulled her into a hug and apologized.

She smiled and started to take off her PJs as she said, “I’m horny again, and you have a dick that will pop my cherry. Why don’t we go to bed?”

Pinching her clit doesn’t set her off, which is good to know.

“That sounds like a great idea. We each have a bed to ourselves and need to get some sleep. These kids need to find us in our rooms if they wake up. If we aren’t there, it could scare them,” I explained.

I’m not bothering to put on shorts. I know what I’m going to find when I wake up.

It was how I expected, but a bit different too.

I had over half the kids from my suite on my king-sized bed. They were all naked. In my bed, with the covers pulled down to my knees. There were pillows stacked on my chest with a kid on each side of me on their knees. Each was laid on the part of the stack of pillows watching. A bit of shifting spread the hair enough to see a pair of nuts and a pussy.

“Go on, kiss it,” one of the kids said.

A girl quickly responded, “You know we can’t do that, only hold it to look at it closely, just like we did with each other in the hotel. Yours is fatter than his, but not even half as long. He has bigger nuts too. No trying to poke it into me either.”