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Time to take matters into my own hands.
Nalani was about to make Porter pop his cork if she moved her hand any higher on his leg. Only Curt and Candice failed to notice what was going on with Nalani and Porter. Shelly’s parents had known both for a long time. Frank was a retired Admiral.
I excused myself from the table and quickly slipped into the kitchen. Along one wall, I saw a whole section of different-sized cloth napkins and cloth squares they put under things when setting the table. I grabbed two that looked the most absorbent and put ice in each one. It was all for show, but I had to keep eyes off what I was doing a little bit.
Going around to their side of the table, I got down on my knee between their seats.
“Grin and bear it. I’m sure you will thank me later,” I told Porter as I placed one of the ice-cold cloths inside his pants right on his dick.
He turned to whisper, “Thanks, and you are a bastard. Nalani moving her hand any higher would have made me cum.”
I turned to Nalani. I had the cloth, with ice cubes still in it, in my hand as I moved it under the table. My hand pushed down between her legs to open them wide when she spread them a bit. I had the place in my head pull out the energy needed to keep her from being able to scream, slap me, or even talk above a whisper.
As I pushed the cloth against her bare pussy and held it there, I told her, “You aren’t going to try to blame this on Molly. Curt and Candice finally had their back braces removed after having their paralysis reversed. They aren’t clueless, just naive due to not doing much since their accident when they were little kids. You and Porter will get to know them better before long. They have no modesty. Right now, you need to behave like a girl with ice pushed against her pussy to keep her cooled off. Porter doesn’t have a skinny little dick like when you two last played house. We are going upstairs after dinner. Trust me.”
When we finished dinner and dessert. Nalani and Porter got taken to see Shelly as she started to come out of the anesthesia. She was drugged up, in pain, and still strapped to the table, but leaned up now where she faced a window put in beside the airlock that went into the room where they operated on her in the suite.
“Thank you for saying whatever you did to those two to cool them off,” Shelly’s mom whispered as she waited to get to go see her daughter. “No one in my house ever questions that Nalani and Porter were playing house before elementary school. Shelly watched them a lot, but she wasn’t interested. They knew every inch of each other’s bodies, inside as well as outside. We didn’t worry because they are great kids.”
I whispered as I told her, “Curt and Candice haven’t been able to feel anything below their necks since they didn’t mind taking baths together as little kids. While they have no modesty, they haven’t had time to fully check out their new and improved features. Neither had much sensation between their legs that was any different than touching their arms. The surgeons removing their braces tested where they could feel a tool pushed against them and mapped those locations. That was before the braces got removed. A scan showed some places where the screws were causing the loss of sensation around their body. Both kids found out what they had been missing and very unexpectedly. They weren’t ready for it when it hit and don’t quite yet know what it was or why it happened.”
When Nalani and Porter’s time was up, they were horny again.
April, I love you so much and how you are right where I need you to do something you can do better than me.
As Nalani and Porter began trying to find the stairs to reacquaint themselves, April walked up, dripping wet and naked. I heard Curt and Candice in the pool. They didn’t have any bathing suits yet.
“Huh-uh. You to pool,” April said as she grabbed one of their hands to pull them after her.
I followed along behind and said, “Meet my daughter April, the fish. Curt and Candice probably won’t ever wear bathing suits when swimming inside. I’m a nudist, and April is almost three. You two were heading up to be naked in the first place you found with a lock. Strip and get in the pool. Get to know the new kids in the neighborhood.”
Candice didn’t let Porter get away with covering his hardon as he tried to get to the stairs. She wasn’t that strong yet, but she only had to push him a foot from the edge. Candice grabbed his dick to make sure he got into the pool.
I pulled a naked Nalani over and said, “I don’t know when the last time you got a birth control shot, but the stuff they put in your meds to keep your body thinking you were still a little girl inside got flushed from your system by Molly’s detox glop. From what I know about it, you are likely to be fertile as can be for the next two to three weeks until your body decides it is time to get back on track. No OB is going to put an IUD in you for at least another year. I’m not telling you this to trick you into not screwing Porter like a crazed nymphomaniac. You needed to know to be careful. I will make sure that there are condoms in every drawer within reach. If nothing else, it takes care of the mess. Wrap toilet paper around the base of his dick and pull it off when done. If you do it right, you clean off his dick at the same time. You two aren’t getting to hook up until after Shelly is in the bedroom upstairs. I have a lot of things in the works for the better. You will want to tear yourself open, trying to screw me when you find out what I have planned. Please keep your legs together, and covered with panties, when you get out of the pool. April is damn annoying about appearing at the wrong moment.”
“Look, I’ll be sixteen in October. Before you leave, I am going to ride that horse cock of yours. Shelly will want it too, that much I know even without talking to her yet. Porter and I do know each other very well. I was about to get back at him for making me cum. He slipped his hand onto my bare pussy to do the trick that only he seems to know how to do. Just dragging his finger over my clit gives a nice one. I’ve only ever needed to touch one of his balls, and he gets off,” Nalani told me. “We only wanted to go somewhere he could fire his load in a toilet until his gun was empty.”
No one could see us, well her, as I leaned down, put my hands on her butt, and tripped her cum trigger. I fed her all the energy she needed to cum for over a minute before letting her finish using up her orgasm energy.
I whispered to her, “I learned a lot of ways to make a girl cum without needing her to take off any clothes or put my hand anywhere near her tits or pussy. That should take the edge off for a little while.”
“No wonder I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you walk into the mental hospital to get me,” Nalani told me before taking a few steps to get into the air and then do a cannonball into the pool.
April popped up to sit on Nalani’s shoulders without her even realizing it until April grabbed a handful of hair and giggled.
Shelly’s mom was still there watching her daughter wake up. It gave me the chance to pull her dad off to chat away from everyone.
“You’ve done so much for our daughter and her friends. Porter has been like a brother to her since the day they met. His foster family is good people, just busy making their fortune traveling all over the world,” Shelly’s dad said.
I made sure he was waiting on me to talk, so I said, “About that. I already spoke to your wife, but I wanted to ask you as well. If you could adopt Porter, would you?”
“Where do I sign?” he asked a bit jokingly. “We looked into it a few years after he moved into his foster family’s home. They were happy for us to adopt him if we could, but we hit some red tape. We never told him or Shelly. I know they wouldn’t have problems being brother and sister.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“You are fucking pulling my chain as some kind of prank my wife put you up to,” he inquired.
I told him, “I found myself having a bunch of kids who were orphans, or their parents went to jail. Some had siblings in kid jail to keep them safe from their abusive parents. My recent windfall included a development meant to allow the ultra-right-elites to have a place with everything they and their children would need to live there. Someone got the ball rolling. They will not need to leave there for any reason unless they want. It is fully staffed with well-paid doctors, nurses, cooks, security, teacher, and administrators. We put back together kids as a family where possible and work to find the extended families for any orphans. It is all designed to keep people out, not keep the kids inside. I did all I could to put money back into all the businesses that I got in some form of annual profit payment to this Darren guy. None would let me have them keep what they made to put back into the business and pay their staff better than anywhere else, at least those who wanted to work and not just collect a paycheck. Then I told them that they could use the profits to pay even those people if they wanted. I don’t know how much each LLC’s portfolio makes each month or year. All that mattered to me is that this foster care complex had all the money it needed. Damn, if the government didn’t find out. Their bean counters did the math. It seems that their costs per child for mental health, medical, and dental were exorbitant. Compared to the cream of the crop medical staff at my orphanage, for lack of a better term, the quality of care the kids got previously was comparable to having surgery in the middle of a cow pasture with no alcohol and a rusty, dull jackknife. Add in the costs of housing, feeding, clothing, and transporting each orphan. It saves them millions by sending them to my place. My administrators told me that the government officials insisted that they pay us per child as a government authorized orphanage.”
“You know, I thought was a bit of bullshit someone concocted as a long con to rip off the government. One of those smoke mirrors things where they have a group of kids paid to be around when inspectors and auditors showed up. The others got sold off to porn, slavery, and who knows what else. No one would miss them in a lot of cases. Not forcing them to stay makes it trivial to say a kid ran away, and you never heard anything about them again,” Shelly’s dad told me. “That is back in the states. What does that have to do here with Porter?”
“Well,” I started to say when his wife came out to join us unexpectedly. “Even though I am seventeen, I am an authorized caregiver for any child in foster care, protective care from abusive parents, and orphans anywhere in the US. The way someone explained it to me, my taking a child on as a ward puts them under the umbrella of my orphanage. One phone call and I can officially remove Porter from his foster home to take him to my facility, move him to another foster home, or investigate a placement in a permanent home. If you are both positive that this is what you want, I will grab Porter to take a drive to see what he wants. Should he want this too, the papers will be waiting with a notary by the time we get back here. You will each individually talk to the family court judge at my orphanage over a video chat link, and we will let her decide.”
“Porter,” I yelled out for him to hear me over the pool. “Dry off and get dressed. We need to talk about something.”
I like being able to get the right tone of voice to have everyone think, “Oh shit.”
Not saying a word until he buckled into the Ferrari made his sense of dread worse.
My implant pinged me the location for the local teen kid’s hangout. It was where he and the girls would be right now if not for the accident. I made sure to squeal the tires a bit and drive it in a lower gear to blast over the music and have people inside hear.
I watched his confused look as I told him, “Get out already. Once all the people that you’ve ignored since the accident stop checking in with you, we are going to get some ice cream. That stuff at Frank’s house is ok, but not something I would eat if I were choosing it.”
It took us half an hour to finally break away to get a table inside the ice cream place.
Once we both had an obscene amount of ice cream over fruit, I got down to business, “Porter, how do you like your foster home?”
“It is ok, I guess. My foster parents aren’t ever there, but I have anything I could want,” he said sadly. “Except for someone who wants me to be part of their family. It is why I kept my distance from Shelly but was never too far away. I never talked to her parents and let myself believe that they hated me because I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I could have caught her shorts instead of her shirt. They told me how much it hurt them and Shelly that I stayed away. Are you going to tear me a new asshole for being stupid?”
I ate my ice cream for a few minutes before asking, “Would you give up the freedom and all the things you have at your foster home to have someone that will love you as their kid adopt you?”
“Hell, yes,” he said excitedly. “Where do I sign up?”
“What if it was Shelly’s parents who adopted you?”
He sat there mechanically eating his ice cream as he pondered it. I worked on mine as I waited for him to answer. We were both done with our ice cream when he decided he was ready to talk.
After a few false starts, to get his composure to keep his voice from cracking, Porter said, “I would love it, but they already tried, and my foster parents tried to get it to happen five times. They told me each time, but I can’t get my hopes up again.”
“That isn’t what I asked, Porter. I want to know if you wanted them to adopt you,” I explained.
We ended up going out to take a drive while he thought things over.
Everything from his room, including furniture, is already moved into the empty bedroom next to Shelly’s.
Through my implant linked to my phone, I got more information that the room they moved his things was the one Shelly’s family had chosen for him when they first tried to adopt him. When it fell through, they kept the room empty, usually with the door closed.
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