Chapter 507: Sisters, Sisters, Everywhere!

Time to get to know Snowflake and her to know me.

Snowflake and I walked up toward the private school.

I don’t know when Molly made it happen, but the neighborhood beside the private school and behind the first one that Molly built was underway. Someone had already dug up all the pre-built utilities, and they were ready to be connected to the houses. While the roads were just hard-packed gravel, the main sidewalks and curbs were in place. I headed there with Snowflake to have a private place to talk but see anyone watching us. No one could pick up what we said or read our lips.

She was content to walk beside me, so we walked silently. Snowflake took my hand as we started our second loop around the waiting-to-be-built neighborhood.

“We were talking about things, and life interrupted us, didn’t it,” I told Snowflake.

More silent walking, but she moved to put her arm around my waist and leaned her head against me. I had my hand gently resting against my side.

After we were halfway into our third lap, she said softly, “David, since that storm, I haven’t been able to think of you. I expected you to get angry when you found out my sister and her friends were sneaking up to sleep with Ronny and Chris. You did get angry about them sleeping over, but because they weren’t honest about it and weren’t eating well. All you did was make them see the doctor, and now they can have sex with the boys without worrying about babies when they are ready. I never thought I would get my teeth fixed until I got older. My parents spent as much on me each year as they did on tuition for my sister. I would love to go to that private school for education, but most kids there won’t understand me. They don’t do well with things they can’t understand or control.”

She wanted to go swing, so we headed over there. I was going to push her, but she wanted me to swing with her instead.

“I couldn’t understand why you and Molly clicked that day in the hospital emergency room after the tornado,” Snowflake told me. “One of Molly’s little brothers is in my class. He sits beside me at lunch, and sometimes we hang out at recess. I like him because he understands weird, given Molly is his sister. I heard all about Molly way before the day of the storm. He said I was like her in some ways, but he told me that it was good I didn’t have all her problems. A big one is that while I don’t like people touching me, I don’t scream and get violent if someone brushes against me or touches me to get my attention. He and I can sit side by side with our bare arms and legs against each other. Lately, I noticed we started putting our hands on each other’s legs but up near our knees. We both seem to find that calming. We ended up in the same ER suite after the tornado, so he came to sit with me. The nurses were too busy to notice we weren’t related when they gave us gowns, told us to strip, and put them on. We were little kids and didn’t even think about it as we did as told, even though it meant us being naked in front of each other.”

She was quiet again for a while before saying, “Spending time with you last week was magical, and I finally understood why Molly sat there picking the stuff out of you after the tornado. I couldn’t wrap my head around why she ran the nurses off and would deal with all the blood. I had a panic attack and was in a room across the hall, so I watched everything. You weren’t big down there as you are now.”

“Sorry that there wasn’t much to see,” I teased, making her giggle.

“See, that is why I get it now. I’ve felt guilty about watching you two. I saw you look at me many times and always smiled when you caught me looking at you. Once you waved. You saw her brother and me taking off our clothes,” Snowflake told me. “Last week, you did for me what I needed you to do, as you did for Molly when she needed you. I’ve heard Dee and Tee’s parents talk about how much you do for all of their children. You don’t even try. It’s just who you are, David. I’m glad you didn’t die that day at school. Spending part of the afternoon with you today will always be one of my best memories.”

Snowflake wasn’t expecting it when I picked her up to put her on my shoulders. I didn’t need to see her face to know she had a big smile the entire way back to my house.

When we got inside, Snowflake told me, “I’ve never done that before, and I wish I didn’t have to get down, but I have to pee.”

She did have to go. She rushed to the closest bathroom and was working on getting her tight shorts unsnapped. By the time she got to the bathroom door, Snowflake had a trail of shoes, shorts, and then panties. She didn’t even close the door. Instead, she turned around and used her socks to slide onto the toilet. When Snowflake ran past them, everyone was walking from the main stairs to have dinner.

“Told you, Chris and Ronny! When a girl has to pee, modesty comes second to not pissing all over herself,” Vicky told her brothers. “Now, when it comes to patting dry, that is different.”

Vicky picked up Snowflake’s discarded panties and shorts to put them in the bathroom and closed the door on the way out.

She then told them. “It isn’t like you can see anything anyway.”

“I saw you pee and wipe all the time in our old house. It’s not something I want to watch any girl doing,” Chris teased her back.

Snowflake came in wearing a different pair of shorts and a deep blush of embarrassment in the casual dining room.

Mom said to Snowflake, “You are so young and precious. Talk to me about wetting your pants a bit when you get pregnant. The twins took turns seeing who would push on my bladder the entire last trimester. I kept a six-pack of panties in my purse and a pair in each pocket.”

“According to the paperwork, two of you are now legally my daughters. That doesn’t mean that the rest of you aren’t like you are my children as well. I will miss Chrissy, all that knew and loved her will. One day, Jean called me to tell me that we had another girl we’d never met, sent to us by a mother we didn’t know to stay with us overnight. Chrissy arrived with a power of attorney, giving us temporary custody. We never told her that it also stated that if her mother didn’t return two days after that power of attorney expired, we would likely never see her again. I always had adoption paperwork pre-signed that would take effect at eleven-fifty-nine PM at the end of the second day, but we never told Chrissy. Her mom loved her dearly, so we knew she would do whatever it took to be at home to see her daughter when she said,” Dad told everyone. “Rosie arrived today with a similar packet, but Rosie’s mom was sick and expected not to live much longer. Having some driver in a dump truck hit her while texting was less painful than her cancer the doctors found about to start gorging on her organs and brain. It wasn’t lost on either of us that Rosie is the exact age, to the day, as the first day that Chrissy came to stay with us. Whatever god, higher power, or whatever you believe in appears to want this us to have an eleven-year-old daughter to adopt who has no one else.”

Mom explained to those here how Chrissy and Trudy both began staying over long before Darren gave me his wealth. Other than some changes made to accommodate problems related to my accident, we lived in the same house I had grown up in all my life.

My bringing home my seven newborn children and their four mothers made us move to one of the mansions that came with Darren’s wealth. Giving Cici some gifts turned out to be fortunate for Cici, which caused the family all manners of hell to rain down on them. Their family still lives in our old house.

“Kids, David was given something he didn’t want, and nothing he can do will let him give it away, so he is using it to make others’ lives better. For Jean and me, that means we now live in a large house to make a home for you when needed. You may not be our children, but you are ours to us when you are here,” dad told them.

A girl I didn’t recognize said, “I have a sore butt that proved to me that you think of me as your child, and I will follow the house rules when I stay here or pay the consequences. I will gladly accept the punishment meant to stop me from lying and stealing over being punished for no reason. Only Jean met me because she found me sleeping in the towel cabinet by the inside pool on Valentine’s day. I lied about who I was, why I was here, and that no one could ever know about me. She took me out to the garage, showed me how to make the attic stairs come down, and gave me plenty of warm clothes with something to eat. My parents love me, but everyone has quirks. Sometimes it was me, but other times it was them. I promised them I was safe with people who took care of me when I ran away. That was enough for them. We all got some peace and quiet. I learned fast how to know when no one was home. One day I found piles of money in David’s office and took some to get back home to my family and have more to come back here when things got so I had to run away again. No one ever noticed money missing, and there was always more to replace whatever I took. I got greedy. Jean caught me with stacks of cash stuffed in my backpack and inside my jacket. I lied about the money and said that David had given it to me.”

“Honey, your parents are the ones that told me to go look around the pool and inside the garage for you. They tracked your cell phone when you didn’t come home in a few days. It shows you somewhere here. You asked that I not tell anyone about you, and I kept my word. I know you took money from David’s office. If you had asked me, I would have given you all you thought you needed,” mom told her. “I’m not saying that money doesn’t matter to us, and you know that because I still go to work five days a week. You have to understand that David makes a hundred, or not a thousand times, that money every minute. It is there to have it for us to give to kids like you. The day I met you, I only had one requirement, you would live by the house rules like everyone else that stays here. I wouldn’t tolerate any more lies after that. My children don’t lie and don’t steal. By lying about where you got the money, you turned something I would have given you into something you stole from me.”

“I said I was sorry and I would never do it again, Jean,” this girl said.

To everyone else, she told us, “I’m not giving you my name. I must be alone and away from everyone until I’m ready to return home. I like the attic over the garage because it matches my personality. I will appreciate it if you can give me that and not come looking for me.”

Mom told her, “I gave you my conditions. You saw the pediatrician and spoke with a psychologist that came here to evaluate you. They explained to me that you appreciate all I do for you. A safe place to isolate yourself with food, clothing, and money is all we can do for you. I gave you my word that no one here, save one, will ever bother you whenever you are here. You aren’t going to figure out how April appears out of thin air when she comes to check on you or hug you when she thinks she needs it.”

“I have already come to terms with the precious little girl coming to visit me if she thinks I need it. It doesn’t hurt that she brings me cookies and treats,” the girl told us.

With that, she came over to me, leaned in, and whispered, “Now that you know about me, can I come sleep with you sometimes? I’ve snuck into your room often to watch you sleep cuddled up with Ellen, April, or some other girl. I get lonely, even when I want to be all alone.”

“Shower first and wear panties unless you want to have my dick go in your butt or pussy,” I told her.

She whispered, “I don’t need any grease for the back. The front we must do when awake the first time before it will be ready for you to go inside there too.”

After we ate, this girl quickly returned to her hiding place over the garage.

“I made her promise some other things today, David,” mom told me privately later. “She needs to come down to have at least dinner with us every night. I am okay with it if she wants to eat and run. There is no requirement to talk to anyone, tell us her name, or anything else. From her coming over to whisper to you, I see that she let you know she wants to sleep with you. I told her to think about letting us be her second family. After I tore into her butt, she said she took the money to get her a safe car and buy insurance. Her parents told me she somehow got an international driver’s license at twelve, with her real birthdate. They took it from her until she proved she could drive exceptionally well for a little girl who needed a booster seat and things on her shoes to push the pedals. I don’t know her age, but she told the doctor. According to the doctor, the girl finished puberty over a year ago.”

The girl showed mom the car she wanted. It had an excellent crash safety rating and advanced safety features, like cruise control that would also steer it to keep in the lane, blind-spot sensors, and the like. Those features came with everything mom said the girl didn’t want, but they went with the safety package.

This girl wanted to get credit built up as well. She talked to someone at this bank that worked something out to give the girl a loan but only against money put into an account. She had to put in the total amount of the purchase price plus interest on the loan. It seems that the girl found this type of pre-paid, secured loan.

The way it worked, she put the money in the bank for the purchase price and interest over two years. The bank then gave her paperwork showing that they had the agreed-upon amount in escrow. From a legal standpoint, she paid off the loan. The bank scheduled the fund transfers in their system, all in exchange for a loan-shark interest rate. She would have the loan payments always reported on time to the credit agencies.

It doesn’t surprise me that an LLC was going to own the car and pay the insurance. That is one way to get around having to be eighteen to buy a car.

I honored her agreement with us not to bug her, but she said April didn’t bother her, so I asked April over the link if she would go for me. It was a bit sneaky, but I had good intentions. I asked April to have the girl come to my office to discuss money and other things.

I was looking over some business details when she came in.

“We need to talk about some things if you want to right now,” I told her.

“Can we be naked with me, trying to work the first dick into my pussy while we talk? Multi-task and all?” she asked me.

I had us both naked before she had a clue what had happened.

I was having an after-dinner snack at the Y when she realized it. I used my fingers to open her up as I ate her. She didn’t have a cherry that I felt, so that would make things easier all around. I cheated a bit to feed her orgasm energy but to keep her from getting off as I repositioned her in my lap. Her body fucked all my dick inside her before she wound down.

“Nice guy, eats pussy, knows how to get a girl off, and buried his dick inside me, without creaming my pussy. You have to call me something, so just call me Vee. I don’t have a V in my name anywhere,” she said as she started riding me for her first fuck.

I let her get off, and while she rested, I told her, “I don’t know your name, but you will beg to give it to me, your parent’s address, and all sorts of other information. Best of all, it has nothing to do with you using my dick as a flesh dildo or trying to get me to cum inside you because this is one of your safe days this month.”

She didn’t want to talk until I came inside her twice and then was back inside her rock hard. Her pussy and energy reserves lasted until I came in her pussy once.

“Now, why will I tell you everything I said I want to hide from everyone, David?” she asked.

I played with her nipples as I said, “Vee, you want a car and went through a lot of leg work to get one while still under eighteen. I thought it was something special to get my license at fifteen. You pulled off getting yours at twelve and an international one to boot without lying about your age. I expect you used the money you took the other times to pay for that one-square-foot piece of rock floating off in some ocean somewhere. That is the only way you can get an LLC from there.”

Good fish impression.

“I got contacts that made me blind, had to learn how to live as a blind person, and then went on to be a blind little brother of two kids. We were supposed to be on vacation there for my first time out of the hospital after going blind. I do ok saying truthful things in a way that lets people come to their own conclusions, but I don’t lie. That trip was my first trip after the clinic blinded me. The two who said they were my older siblings did all the lying. All I had to do was be an angry blind kid,” I told her. “Whoever paid, the people who sent me said I did what they needed from me. All that money went into offshore accounts owned by an LLC setup on that island.”

Vee told me, “So far, that isn’t making me want to give you any information about me.”

After some rigorous fucking, I told Vee, “I got the island, embassy, and bank as part of Darren’s wealth. So, you used my money to buy land and pay me the costs to set up an LLC there. Then you would wire my money into my bank to build your credit and buy yourself a car. Funnier yet, you picked one of the few car dealerships I own to buy that car.”

“You’re right. That is funny,” Vee said as she giggled. “Still not a reason to tell you who I am.”

“Vee, do you honestly think I can’t find out more about you than you know about yourself if I wanted?” I asked her. “You said not to ask but didn’t say we couldn’t let you tell us.”

“So why would I do that?” Vee asked.

“Because to get the car you wanted, plus some safety modifications, you need to provide that information. Since you’ve been taking and spending my money anyway, you won’t mind having two credit cards in your name that I pay off nightly. The same goes for the car loan in your name from my bank. My bank’s systems will ensure everything gets paid on time, including the utilities in your name. Then you will have a mortgage for what looks like a maintenance building but is instead a one-car garage with a fully furnished, internal hidden stair access apartment above it. I will have Molly build it against the mansion neighborhood fence beside the secret door into my backyard. Now that people here know you are living up there, someone will not be able to resist coming to see you,” I told Vee. “To keep the credit monitoring people from flagging your account because you aren’t an adult, all the statements must be paper initially and go to your parent’s house. Your LLC will own the car but register you as a driver and pay for your insurance. It will be sort of like a lease.”

“I can do all that myself. I don’t need your help,” Vee said angrily.

“You didn’t ask for my help and aren’t getting it. I’m giving you some gifts because I have the money and you would take my money to do it anyway. I can grease the wheels a bit and speed things up,” I told Vee. “Except for your hideaway and credit cards, it is what you had in the works anyway. I could get all the information and do it myself, but I will let you put it into my laptop to get it all done by the morning if you want.”